this is how the imagination is made:
your tiny origami world gets torn;
then, yer mememe death comes by way of small paper cuts;
from the periphery of this rip, you swim upstream, again,
till you see the fēniks wing glinting like a finger ring careening off the sun.
hmm's and err's now populate yer thinky time
like never before, here in Cleverly Folded Paper World.
t h e r e you are;
mmm, you feel the feels even more,
and the refresh bubbles up from the torn.
but still the big cut creeps back ---
x out old you; new document, anew anew, stares, blinking, waiting.
edits forever bloom steely wutabtme? iridium spiels around edges
of tattooed white petals, elegant writs fell; wilting; seeding...
this world, too, must be cut to fit:
if you wish to have a home for the iNGkē worm
that sillily dreams of one day winning its wings.
dm **** l o w
