braid together the stories inside (y)our  bones
like                baskets
to catch the castiron inside the earth
before
our casks hold us
with this sense of duty.and all the ambivalent observations of a longstanding preordination

cuz
  this is our cumulonimbus
   and we are it’s
nascent precipitate, trembling.

you’re busy playing wordle in a ******* bathroom
you’re talking to your future self inside a vacuum
you only know their songs from one of the guitar hero games
but you’ll wear the t-shirt all the same