Over time sways rock and stone. Took my brush and steadfast comb. To be within the grain and grass, the trees spoke words I thought to grasp. Greens emerge and yellow wants. The lights visage this delicate haunt. Help me feel the dream unfold. Brush and comb me. Bring me close. Unblind to savor the place this birthed. S. Kamber Brambles-In The Androgynous Dark https://youtu.be/W-gofFHP0vA?si=7myI_3N6GfdhKlE-