Parading

Each midnight (thrice daily) I scan

the skies for wormholes, which I know
the skies for wormholes, which I know
is flimsy whimsy, as if I’ll swoon through —Matthea Harvey
is flimsy whimsy, as if I’ll swoon through
—Matthea Harvey

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