the rapid blink of the eyes
condensed, cataloged and magnified
like an unsolved powder, tipped into a glass
half full, or half punch drunk
and a finger slowly dipped and swirled
pink with novelty, then blue from affect
an instant suggests a finite degree
one in a million samples, pulsing in harmony
a tongue seductively tasting the atrophy
while pictures revolve, with hasty possibility
of reality, of fault, of regret
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