Marinate Weird

Taking care of us,

Moving at our own pace,

Setting our own rhythm,

Learning self-care.

Packing ourselves up to fit

Only when worth it.

Is it ever worth it?

What is our life force worth -

Our spark,

Our inner reserves?

Is anything outside of us?

What?

Fractal in a fractal,

Illusion feeling oh so real,

But what is reality, really?

There is no spoon,

And so it bends -

And melts with the illusion of solidity.

Is this foot a foot,

Or empty space

Around moving energy?

It feels real,

Brain says,

But what is brain?

So take your time,

Allow weird to marinate,

Cultivate genius,

Then spill out in every fractal layer -

Because, why not?