ode
you swear
your cramps
are suntide
you shed a tear
in a sacred
saint idol way
left open overnight
my spiral
notebook spills
into sky
it’s characters
parallel star formations
from above flat
slinky dimensionality
I feel stuck
in a time warp
making room
deleting pictures
from 2018
making room
for pictures
in 2028
deleting
oracles
embers
echos