45 orbits
is all it took
to find the edges
of the hidden nook.
Therein, lay a book
…a tome of ancients,
maybe a journal of secrets,
Voynich’s Manuscript,
or Turing’s codeword,
but not this SYNTAX ERROR’s
peek-a-boo placement.
32 minutes into 46,
enter the combination,
cover my eyes,
and throw the switch.
If the nook opens,
then make a wish,
“I wish for happiness!”
Well, life’s a bitch.
Dusty and faded,
cracked, ripped,
and missing pages,
the nook’s
treasure read,
“Complete Instructions
for the First 45 Stages.”
©️ Obol, 2019.
I need to find that book too, it seems.
This went to spam for some reason, but, yeah. Each birthday reminds me I have no idea what the hell is going on.
Haha. It does seem that way.