fantasia
what I missed
in all the experiences
of all my youth
while yet plain and
growing inert, I now write
infused by my own love
embellished by my own
context so that they
release quietly from the
feint flat page and move
to a shifting orchestral score
searching for resolve
all the while remaining unchanged
————w(O)rmholes________________________________|—–
childhood wormhole: gazing at the night / as my eyes passed the jagged hole / my head disappeared
life wormhole: escape from Flat Planet
music wormhole: Exceat to Cuckmere Haven
writing wormhole: the tangles fall apart
