How is by body incorporated into this space,
the ways I hold my head, my face, my legs, my arms,
how they interact and fit into the scenery of this momentary snapshot.
Not to question a small being in a big world,
but a being that is a part of this world
that so happens to be so big.
Do I join in like a cadence or a pentad,
or do I clash like the clangs of cymbals 
and forays of otherworldly colors,
to jive with the auras hissing into the hot sun,
or to drift into the deep soils under a cool deluge.
In what ways can I fit into this space without force, coercion, fear,
without losing myself or losing this space.