Today I did not die

Today I did not die and this is fine. I dont know why, but today it felt “right”, which was somewhat unexpected.
My mother seems very often to call at just the right time. Other Dear Hearts too.
I still do not know why i feel like a fool to reach out in these precipitous times. It is more often Her and her secret sense — or that bond
My mother is my hero.

Cant tell if i understand the crave for sensation

Ive accepted the waterfall’s job and rest atop my conveyance

I dedicate my cadaver to fire, an effigy,

or to be food for acquatic life