What I thought
Was originally possible
Were only indentured footnotes
Now,
Synchronicity withbstoic rhythm
Collapses old timelines
Incinerating Mandela effects
That never should have existed
Shifting to untouchable vortices
A plot twist twisting
Honey, I know what I'm doing
Confidence accelerating
To a supersonic speed
Reaching new heights
Unnoticed, never ignored
I will not falter
Hardcore concentration
Permanently tethered
Set in stone
Within the Akashic records
I got this
Creating a new ecosystem
That doesn't exist
Is crucially impeccable
For the survival
Of poetry as we know it ©
Karen L. Fleming, 10.23.26
