shaking stars

You're out there spinning galaxies with fine tipped fingers compressing time then stretching it out into gossamer fibrils casting each diaphonous strand into a perfect jordans curve infinite ideal iterations looping into each other incessantly less maven more childlike and lost endlessly striving to rewrite all those coded memories becoming cocooned confused soffocating and bruised trapped by your own woven web of shimmering lies. © J.C.