In a fog

Dancing with precision

All the effort that binds

There is a careful lingering

That is tomorrow's patience

Can it all be for good,

This standing by?

This mind courses on edge

A long time, a short space

Something is a symptom

Upon the thought relied upon

I have spoken this world into existence

I have stayed ready

For the dawn to reach the pixels

Forming her eyes

There are dreams

Photos I have taken

There is a current, developing

Pulling this stream

And The sands

So close, in my hands