FOOL.S.GOLD
9.21.20 (night)
“the universe is playing with us.”
don’t rest on your Laura-els just yet
all universe is magic,
and magic things are fond of deceptions
tonight im a weasel running errands for the moon.
this coincidence gravity,
this magnetic serendipity of chance is less “cross go”
and more; strap-in, you’re building callouses
you reflected back the loneliest parts of me
the “other world” parts, the ones with Gabriel Garcia, y Pandebono.
it’s been so long since I see the Andes smiling back at me
I just wanted to shake hands with our shadow puppets
no strings attached