At 12:23

My eyes scan the world-

it is flat.

East of my fingertips lay four gibbous moons stacked one on top of the other.

On the eastern edge my pinkie

 sets.

Bisecting  the glow,

space lays

 above 

the button 

releasing power to this world 

without which 

everything goes black.

My eyes retract,

the thighs of my palm 

sigh…

released from the weight of this small rectangular 

flat

and Siri goes quiet.
 

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