Monday, March 22, 2021

I come to myself my phone in one hand and a candle in the other
set for the expansive, expanding universes they reveal.
One we fall through in tandem, hand-in-hand,
float and flit, flicked and flowing, swept 
by so many streams. But the other,
this webbed and dusty attic,
must be mine alone.

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a ritual to start the work week