I woke with too much purpose this morning.
I swear it was me
who split the dark sky open
like pointed steel through wood.
The sharp hack of existence hit
when I visualized my wallet
on the kitchen counter,
leaning against that vase
with the snake on it.
Second in line
at the grocery store,
cart overflowing.
Mar 12, 2025
Mar 12, 2025 at 8:41 AM UTC
I woke with too much purpose this morning.
I swear it was me
who split the dark sky open
like pointed steel through wood.
The sharp hack of existence hit
when I visualized my wallet
on the kitchen counter,
leaning against that vase
with the snake on it.
Second in line
at the grocery store,
cart overflowing.