it's missing the sun, the birds, the flowers, the laughter, the soft whispers, the vibrant colors, the wafting smells, the taste of vanilla.
slapping a palm against the cool slab of concrete, I fell into a rabbit hole of clarity.
...a volcano erupts without a warning but the ants continue to dance.so I close my eyes
and dream.
...vaaashooomp.
fllliiikkkkkashhloop.
the dots begin to scatter,
and as soon the molten jam spreads across the bread
they plot themselves on a grid of stolen time.
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