Bare winter trees
as if looking through a fractal telescope.
A belly-button inverted to reveal
the innards of an astronomical digital simulation.
Holographic are my desires.
The constellation of Today is like the sky:
partly cloudy and threatening.
My eyes are the two O’s in Orion.
If you could see me like I am right now,
just think of reaching out to pick up a butterfly—
an inexplicit emotion like a weightless ballerina
spinning upon the choreographed features
of a prehistoric pleasure
dropping from the heavens like a heaving
heaviness.
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