It’s not just the difference in the varnish colour on the big toe

Yada yada, 
    even if you stick your toe 
   in the same spot geographically, 
 you’re still stepping into a different      
      stream than from before 

   Remarkable how individuals 
 are formed and molded based 
    on experience of which part 
 of a foot entered a stream 
     physicality highlights a optic 
   perspective — the water wears 
       on the ensconced 

 A non tangible entity 
    the soul of a human being 
  how is the soul weathered 
     the body 
         one concept 
    that can be felt 
       warm morsels 
    of soul flesh

 A woman is a body of liquid 
     who mutates in form 
  to acquire strategies 
     which allow for the cool aqua 
 to not necessarily 
      be impacted 
   from the depth 
        of the side 
   screws, cogs, and nails 
      which construct  
        of tolerable traits 
  and those of which 
     a line has been drawn 
  which reaches the centre 
        of Earth

  Acceptance leads to fear 
     soulfully disrobed 
  submission is not an option 
 nature chooses to not rule 
   to attempt 
      to actually dare to adore 
  a heart in some ways    
          metaphorically 
    is a body of water 
 where numerous individuals 
    have left a foot imprint 
       on the fleshiest 
    piece of the heart 

   I wonder if Heraclitus 
 thought of the blood,  a river 
   of some sort  — a myriad 
       of idioms — surrender 
   at the feet of the one 
      who offers adoration 
   in the purest form 
     tethers; or 
  here is the perfect hole 
     for a human head to, well… 
  
  You get it; right?