Feelings of doors, all wide open there is nothing on the other, side
just something, most call it light
visions of home
yet, they always fold
open warm, close cold
pinholes of time strange mind bender, convolution alarm emergency re-render
hold, I-man pretzel; roll, and roll
floating hol

Old lava sol
Rise from deep under

Vague photo-realistic snapshots, a shimmering daydream

Sea breezes refresh singularity no center, revolving nodes
So I am, retold —circling selves wave to drifting time clones as they, pass

Oh… Hello!



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Published by Tom Lopes