one of our universi
is a green paper diamond
top and bottom hemmed to each other
vertically pleated in light tapestry
folded upon itself
face creased
spine gently bent
as we nestle in larvae gut
another imaginal disc
is just barely scraped by fort mchenry tunnel–
on solsti pass through going fiftynine or ninetyfive holding your breath
think only justice and peace
you will travel light years or more
toward antennae of love in many worlds–
and back again
