I'd look it up again
Reassurances are so blasé.
The tear, replaced with magnetism.
I am coasting amidst
Grasshopper sightings
And Southwest dusted windowsills,
I am the architect
Of all my future déjà vus.
With 6 minute sales
The path widens, leading me onwards.
The future holds tones of
Russian sage and aspen billboards.
Swoon inducing.
