This 32nd poem did not want to come in stream of consciousness, and required repeated gardening.
I started its composition following Miriamc4's prompt on Threads : There is a path before me - from August 22, 23 and 29, first in English for the first two stanzas, then after a short break, on the 31st in a Twitch workshop at LineManoury, with a subject given by Eden. The workshop lasted an hour and resulted in a text more narrative than poetic, with few rhymes, from the line of laces to the side of a wreck, or 95 words.