a lot of my best days have begun with one large perfect pancake, so now it’s a habit

 

i believe in fortunes and rituals and magic, let’s get that out of the way now

 

hold that as you will while i read your palm

 

anything i divine will be determined by what you accept as possible

 

every observation i make is an ink blot, so you will also be an oracle

 

my sister told me, in the game stardew valley, she has divorced her paramour,

 

given him amnesia, and turned their children into birds

 

at first i thought it sounded lonely, but solitude appeals more from up high

 

give me grace to leave, and grit to not look back

 

let my headphones fill with whale-song and airplanes’ roars

 

blessed are they who forget, dancing in white noise

 

back to your fortune, which i neglected to mention you share with the world

 

one organism, one spirit, one planet, one hard-shelled beetle

 

scale is relative when discussing our true form, i digress

 

eventually everything else will degrade, and all that will remain is glitter

 

we will weep shiny plastic tears, and shed chrome flakes instead of skin

 

and in every corner there will be gathering flecks of forever-light

 

now what kind of fortune do you think you have been given