Rudiments Of me. Bulky & thick beginning Jumble clustered Smash pressed in between the necessity of now and the unknown. Sideways, I stammer. A battle of worlds rage. Contentment. Appeal. Productivity. Self. Self. Self. I am knobby weak. Undercut with doubt, I muster focus on my beginnings. Rudiments Of me. Provided Yet these unfurled dreams, they wake me. Rumpled covers are decisions heavy and real. I run my fingers through life once more. For second thoughts. For my Maker's lead. Self. Self. Self. Take root grace.