Tadpole at Starlight
a small infinity
has appeared on the crest of ignition
a curve for all things stolen
a swipe at things that magnify
i was infinite for a moment
traveled inside lightless eye
rode a width across a legion’s pupil
molded by something closer than free
about to crash into a million years
if i could just leave the floating to smaller bugs
my fingers now closed my eyes hovering
over my keys over each letter
my frogs looking to land on soft ground
that’s all we want, isn’t it
a launchpad over stellar indications of messy instability
and maybe a drain to edit
to take the universal
out of in
for all things balanced
on lunar surf
the circumstance of delicate cognition
telegraphs a step — let me go up to you,
now warm in the place i remember, and tired
— do you know how — you ask, your answer…
the one-eyed millipede
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