deepening eyes dream through glass,
catch sight of future kaleidoscopes
speaking from the milky way's distance,
looking for a meanwhile
I gaze into rapture
flying in from the moon
as mockingbird serenades
guide me into something more
I am not stationary,
no one knows who I am,
are you paying attention?
a ponytail of what will be
wanders into far blue,
bringing it up close, sacred
my tapping fingers doze off
into abracadabra dreams of magic wands
and no one dying off the radar
the feeling in my hip joint rotation murmurs in the stillness
and mental telepathy looks for an opening
in the shared space of repression and projection
There is no one center, ptolemy
I move, sway with the motion,
the day and night curve of the earth,
and spots travel across my suns
as the phases of venus, moons of jupiter
planetary positions migrate
as guiding landmarks
through the future’s perspective
and past’s proof of evidence
inklings
by way of a managed muse
let me know that I am not lost
Honorable mention
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