With effort, with energy I make my own traps.

Trap; Land that presents as intersubjectivity failure; But ahoy! Pitch introversion with introspection sailor.

For the poisons.

Shamans offer me brews and I decline.

Instead

I turn to bearded men, I read their big-bearded-men-books.

We talk, and exposed I explain and recollect.

Technology, phenomenology, metaphor to vector geometry and to love.

First, then

For this journey.

I prepare

I bury my feet in the hot sand.

I sail then

From a sea and a mother, to a maiden.