Phases exist in bubbles of shininess
seemingly irredescent and invincible
as each one gets it mark through people
and their reflection in our memories and thought.
What's funny though, is that these phases,
are just figments, penetrable in a single moment.
fantasies of transparency, a way to wist
after, luscious truthful clarity.
Just visible enough for those who wish to see them.
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The ceiling fan. Textbook. Shopping bag. The Laundry basket. iPad. Rumpled bed. Searching for the best idea of the bunch, like ... -
Images of broken light dance before me like a million eyes Possessing and caressing me Waves of joy drift through my open mind ...
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It was a dark muscular truck monster wheels like biceps of steel. On that night, the big hulk rolled down my driveway, size surreal...