trying once, twice
to centre the liquid
doubt on one line
of thought and feeling
where sight contracts
to lenses shaded black
pink, blue like smokey bayou
bars of light, filtering
a piece of silence curved
fitted around the word
less of a momentary slip
of mind opening the window for a moment?
and, there, right there
that silence, sudden
soundlightimage
shattered
gone
until another moment
hopefully.
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