like an angel child
the poem will write itself
there is no need to worry
you just have to free the mind
from whatever heaviness
falsely resides inside
a simple flashing light
whether external or otherwise
can change the future
an apple of unusual delight
wobbling atop a table
if you find yourself
sailing in the multiverse
like some sort of angel child
be sure to rack up the points
on the nebula galilee
february two thousand twenty-three
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