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the bad thing is the
lost moments....
In Life and Time
Still in this age of
"supposed communication"

Deliver You to Me

To become an episode
Mere Fragments
... the corner of an eye
Almost.... translucent

We discreetly avoid Unfolding Ourselves
..I was forced, this moment
My vision, Narrowing to a slender sigh
Some single

Wavelength of Probability......

This life is motion and change.

I suppose it started....
With illustrated histories
And some flavour of curiosity?

Some architecture....fluid....
You pass daily.... that never was....
I never saw it actually take off.....

it just Became.

I found myself remembering....
And she saw these things as

Segments of a Dream....

A static ridden Tell.

A samich.... and this glass of wine....

Perhaps with the advent of
the streamlined.....

A

Kind of Sense.....

The stage now set.

Now... leaning so into an imaginary
Hurricane.....

I hesitate over one particularly
Imaginary place....

and I continue to Fall.....