at the final presentation,
the slippery share screen feature
fumbles across a field of nerves.
the host, an energetic blanket
over angular pods of pre-school curiosity
before the schooling of modern life.
the wisdom of shallow breath
in the deep,
listening with a quiet body.
The haven of Thursdays
in the chapel of Pluto,
sermoning each other into being.
we are all satellites.
flight protocols beamed at us
guiding our systems.
there is a seat here for you too,
dear friend.
would you like the manual?
to take direction
from the invisible light
does that sound nice?
a longing for the swell life
precision swerve
spaceless flotation infinitely timed.
Love it beautiful 👍💕❤️🌺