∴ mortal breath escapes—
under stars, we make our plans
as if they might last ∴
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autonomy
∴ autonomy
universe spins strange patterns—
me, lost, in control ∴
river
∴ bulgogi mandu
river steeped in dark broth swirls—
the moon dips closer ∴
flock
∴ flock—
preening feathers then we fly
wings eclipse ∴
ghost
∴ grasping ghost threads—
unraveling this liminal rêverie ∴
altruism
∴ altruism’s light
spilled across cracked mirrors
a child’s laughter ∴
ogre & ambiance
∴ bookstore ambiance
nowthen stories, my ogres
reread, realms reshelved ∴