Nuggetty All

I've written today, but for here, for this, I don't have words to deposit a nuggetty all. There are shades of what I've thought and felt that potentially could umbrate and prevalence through words, but the potential for those things doesn't handbag me off the cliff of could be into the stretching octopus of is.

I imagine myself just looking down, imagining rocks and the other sides of canopies and the sea, but I am on the cliff, cross-legged, unmeting, swirling. It was only briefly that I was imagining waves breaking.