Nebulae Spiral

I read your words again, from another angle
right above two triangles,
and my responses were obtuse.
please forget them, I’ll rewrite them,
backspace, erase,
replace them
with organic golden spirals

what a birthday gift that would be.

or, to relive the night I lost my words,
traveled through time
back to some primal state of being
no dream has never taken me there
that trip was wide awake

remember that time i spilled the milk?

One of Obama’s Best Speeches.