In a colorful equation of long standing

you arose from some
where hidden inside.
a universe that was
definite and dead. a
journey drenched in
the whole earth
because you know
in the fog, it
escaped me. and
sugar palmed, the
way you liked it.
a little girl wearing
red suspenders,
sat high and
upended.
in any case,
a hesitant nest,
a slow purpose,
the perturbed
cannot help here.
it doesn’t fit.
it cant fit.
in any case.
I made you in
my image