something there maybe god down there way deep inside making me move think stand sit but no other explanation honored here no more acronyms or techniques no gurus on the stairs phantom pedestals floating by falling by... the wayside wayward plunge a dark place a cool cave somewhere there with love and with trust and with an overwhelming curiosity waits the perfect storm the nuclear core way down or up in the pit way up in the ditch up in the puddles floats the heartbeat of mine art in hope despairs the instinct whole the instinct wholly and holy both but completely incomplete a perfect almost a definite word posted with the most concentrated effort made to love and to trust and hope... it's the instinct you see... i can't explain where it came from or comes from but there's certainly something there maybe god down there way deep inside making me move think stand sit but no other explanation honored here no more acronyms please no more techniques please no more gurus on the stairs no phantom pedestals no floating no falling no by no way no side no plunge without the instinct no art without the instinct no curiosity no trust love curious hope there it's born there it grows there it learns and becomes a grows and becomes and slows and becomes and slows comes and slower and comes and slower and stops and stops and stops and stops and stops then dies and dies then dies and dies then no more but instinct no more but instinct.