The latest Chanel in which the aquifer 

the portal

becomes plasma

and the hand passes  thru

delivering

what

 comes 

forth in my mind

my heart

my scissors

the placement

the next

tiny little morsel

it feels good to haVE been chosen

SELECTED

amongst many

celebrated 

validated

and still I feel

completely

unworthy

like it is not mine

I would prefer to stay home

I look forward to seeing other works

other passages that commit to page

canvas

peakhole.