an ANGELLO FABRICATION
Fold with time into multiples of mind melt leaving a sorrow as wide as love. Could we uncouple “the past” from its fold with the “present”? Like worms made one into two with a slice, how does a meteor cause crashing waves? Instead, let us pass echoes to each other—the world is no further than this: our shared space turned fig upon the palm, our we-wing wasp wending inside, feeding off such lush gardens unpeeled to human eyes, so many skyless dreams ravenous beneath our childhoods.