Well, I know
I’m doing myself in.
It was always meant to end like this,
with my undoing.
Unraveled and unadorned,
I unfurl.
I am the pearl.
Hustled and grinding
and polishing my Magnum
Opus, opal oracle of my eye.
Thrown for a loop
and rebounding
fractal light,
I won’t fight it.
Peaceful ease,
wade through the beams,
recalibrate your alignment
for the chaotic good dream.
I’ll give you everything I have
but not
a single solitary grain of sand
from the lands I don’t yet know.
I’ve got the inklings
and and ink to spare.
Sit tight.
I mean,
I know you won’t,
but keep me in your heart
wherever you roam
and sit with me
for cosmic tea time promises
and I promise you won’t be disappointed
if you’re into that sort of thing.
Whims and wanderlust wings
will carry us together through
the zinnias and fire rings.
