to flow faster than when
it starts to move out
like childhood review:
upon looking-our memories
flood our vision quicker
than when we do look
at the closing of this life:
the last chaptered door
speed of visions are
relative to perspective-
candle wax melts
into a puddle,
picturing first grade;
both sides of candle wick
harden as we blow
out the candle's flame--
focusing on
what's going to happen
five years from now;
finding ninety five cents
in the parking lot--
same day a friend dreams
we were ninety five years old
i sent the vibration;
he received through etheric field~
poppies dancing between coasts
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