In my walls, The More falls gracefully. Delicate, strong. Inward, breath by breath. Not yet, is there reflection upon emerging matter, Though I would surrender all to my true unknown-unknowns. Nurture me, take me to my Next. Show me, I will love, I will know that all is in me and I am in all. I will fly and I will share. I will be beauty for the love of beauty. Now, I rest. Let this passing body heal my wounds and release my nature. I will become the More, I heard my self tell me so.