Galactic Trifecta

Two aces sleeping in old Hole Five, one more would have made the three. Then Travis moved the basket— changed the local geometry. Three aces on one basket was the legend left to make. Now the new pin starts at zero— three blue circles still await. Galactic Trifecta— may the chains sing back to you. May those three new aces find you like your calm came finding me. Galactic Zach, woodland wizard, bless the gentle things you do. May the chains sing back your kindness— Galactic Trifecta to you. I was two tiptoes from bedrock. Kevin kept the day beneath me. JReady watched the mask come loose and left it room to leave me. Zach’s calming voice kept circling back— his quiet knack for social grounding. Never pulling, never pressing, just laying down a calmfield around me. He sang softly of his backyard— neighbors watching, nowhere safe to disappear. Was he telling me his story... or making mine easier to hear? His monolith is not dominance. It is steadiness. Galactic Trifecta! May the chains sing back to you! May those three new aces find you like your calm came finding me! Galactic Zach, woodland wizard, bless the gentle things you do! May the whole damn sky sing back— Galactic Trifecta to you! Three blue circles... inside a moved constellation. The old basket keeps ringing where it isn’t. Swiggy four-twenty... Swiggy four-twenty... Somewhere between the fifth hole and the ground beneath my feet— three...