Portfolio > the things i think, a poetry mishigas

steady as an
oak tree
you stand amongst the
content that your role
is to be grounded
from an
ingenious seed
of candor
your branches may sway
though your roots,
in acumen,
sink deeply
while endless
leaves of doubt
dash and dart
far and wide
slipping, sinking
cascading o’er
mountains of
ubiquitous caches
plundering for treasure
but they will never
touch your riches
they will never
hear your truths
as a sapling rises
and statuesque
you bask in the
daylight of
gentle giants
and the
nightshade of fierce fervor
you are protector
of wayward souls