billowing twists of matter collapse and coalesce

Have you detected the vacancy of the moments in the foreground?
Sipping the tea-stained minutes from infinite kettles.
Will we reminisce over how we swilled time?
Have you ever stood in a burned garden before?
Convening for a surrealist colourless banquet?
An anecdotal gestation of repetitions.
Don’t forget the crumpets.
The sugarcubes.
Cupping from ashen wells.
Weighing the clock. Minding the tock. Tick.
Who burned the rabbit hole?
You say the truancy of retention is like flowers dying.
Petals falling, one by one.
Decaying of the beautiful.

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