i am WHAT NOT of darc vegetation
though i acknowledge not parasitical
soil composed of me
yet via grace of destined odds i breathe
which via rite describes me as a hopeful sole
just as i think therefore via rite im ever thankful
toward WHAT NOT embodied being
whom steadily allows me to strive above ground
just as via WHAT NOT lite i do exist for certain
to inevitably thrive through rampant uncertainty