There are these moments--in life,
flash bulb photographs stored in the mind
like tiny creatures being fed
and groomed inside little purple
crystals. When the high stumbles
upon the precipice one might pop out,
as the mirror reflects the physical,
and the sights and sounds will cease
to exist--for the current time.
One might stray in these instants
of spacial vibration--one
may even stay there.
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