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It happens again.
I wished for a moment of time.
Time, desafortunadamente, often takes with it,
memories of me.
Anachronistic episodes on TV.
Microcosmic moments of reality.
How about a silicon milkshake,
topped with quantum particles
e.g. gluons, leptons, and quarks.
How about a fenestrae the size of
an engram left on your
eraser burned hand.
Like the smell of burnt poplar,
in a summer breeze.
This fenestrae has tension, like water, and reminds
me of 7th grade science class.
Walked down path that endlessly bends and curves.
Only to find an empty seat you once reserved.
I had that moment,
that was given to me.
So I thought about nothings and let the wind carry my