Bubble

Bubble

Frozen moments in time

Reach liquid form combusting

They explode into the present

With scents and senses reeling

A thread is ripped from time and space

It pulls the pattern out of weave

The slightest breeze untangles it all

And forces us to believe

In higher powers that control our lives

In fates and presence foreboding

To doubt is to no longer be alive

The past is fast eroding

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