Missing him, there’s an itch from ambiguity, where
The sore goes away, released into red states —
The tide appears to notarize that; that &
We came here to our senses in subjective certainty.

Apology to my mate.

Before apologizing, advanced yoga is always for sharers,
A civilizing process to eternal categories, entered into by hand.
I’m not kidding, your certainty offers mores from within & supports you if
You have none. You can swim in them.