when two thoughts run into one another
they unravel
leaving untidy ends
does the strange matter
I think it does
I notice it
does it notice me
life can be flashes of the weird
shadows and lightning
deep quarries mined for impressions
yet none of them stone
impermanence is like the drifting grains of sand
caught suddenly then let go
as you stand in the gathering storm of chaffe
re-edited November 14, 2016/ 3:56pm date/time stamp
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