Whisk

we hit the bump

and suddenly we are in that world again

that world that only exists here

because here is not there

we practically lunge

lunge toward the only thing we know

the things we cling to

cling because that is all we can do right now

we act like each time is different

when we both know that that moment is all we care about

then there's the cold

and then

whisk

it's gone again

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