a holy dream at crossroads with pumpkin seams
(citrus skies & blissful cries)
made the autumn air entrap my congestion
inspiring my confessions to stand in question
these are the available made frames
hence: the sanctified names and bleached lanes
(belonging but not limited to the following) ::::

• vague social media posting // plagued para-social mediums hosting
• scary & dark forms // merry & stark worms
• eating alive at your brain // the mitochondria of drain

the rest that remain in turn is the vase in which my flowered breath burns
not because it stank, but because this particular file and rank
reaches higher than the towers above me
the shadows and ‘willowy abandonment’ freely :
help me see_ this particular selection of two strand lock and key
buttons & trinkets released as symphonies
while
prophetic twists & swirly rounded activities
supply, my crown with high knowledge; to knot every string tie.
thus:
to be abandoned is to be thrown into a series of spiraled roots found, when inner answering the phone
and in doing your hair, you’ll arrive closer to ‘there’ a space sewn and grown.