the stone has been thrown
creating a cascade of ripples
travelling down the spines of things
like a foot walking over your future grave
from seconds to minutes
from hours to days
seemingly ordinary choices
pave the way for extraordinary moments
shivers of deja vu double takes
feeling perhaps for once this is the correct place to be
or have you already lived this before
a different you with the same face
reciting the script that was written within
the subconcious autobiographies
of inner dialogues
never ceasing
when i think about the magic of simplicity
breathing in
breathing out
it makes my insides shake and quiver
wishing for once to have that blissful ignorance
but the fire seems so bright
the cold air so crisp
the water is so smooth to my touch
the air thick with so many moments happening around us
like falshbulbs popping and popping
reminding us not to forget
it is all so unstable
today i live the creation of choices made decades ago
as our days continue to tumble down hills
dissolving into the ocean where we came from
waiting for inspiration
absolution and enlightenment
but settling for what passes as passing the time
searching for lightning bolts in starry night skies
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