Angel with a trident is a snapped finger

How else could wounds heal without my knowing than subtly?

When I didn't need love and I was the love

From whence this whisper blew by

Constant miracles, mendings

Hanging up hasn't given up

Stuck complexly stricken

With doubt and dire needs

A lamb arching over a quaint wooden fence

Meadow stretches out forever

Elongating this day

Zooming out to one

Zooming into nothing

Curving back into myself

Who floats in my garden?

Me talking is an ocean fish

Dynamism and modulation bump into a wall and say

"The void seems to be quite a lot"

Ready to burn

Thought adjuster

Flame a supersonic road

Divinе alchemy

Muscle memory building

Gratitudе

For mornings it seems another window unshattered

Curving back into myself

Curving back into my—