I
am
Composed
Of
quiet moments
Collected
into a prayer
For
atheists, the choreographed
Possibility
filling the gaps between
Sentences,
lingering on the edge of your
Iris
before blinks bombast my fragile
Idea,
shatters into kaleidoscopic
Shades
of aching comfort
Soon
forgotten by
Rapidfire
Eyes.
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