SELL, THEN SELL, AND SELL

sell me crypto,
sell me my soul,

sell me time back from 
when we spent that week in a timeshare,

a fleeting grasp on moments’ fiery blaze,
the ether’s pulse, a symphony of stars,

sell me time back from the coded night,
sell me the constellations poking through the sky,

spell out each memory,
nonfungible, tokens placed on the table,
and gambled away for a brief moment

spent looking up, down, left, right, left, left, and back