like feet on carpet in dreams
starting in
the insignificance of the soles of my feet
it happened,
nothing like a yesterday's light
or love boxes. Something
evaporated, I never knew was there.
The weather moved
subtly like remembered language.
everything molecular was wrong;
eyes exploded past excitement,
time walked away. The brain and
choirs of the body closed their
endless books. Childhood epiphanies
cascaded, and we didn't need
the nostalgia drugs or patchwork
rewards. Nothing and perfection.
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