Friday, March 17, 2017

Waning Poppers Decohere

I too once
suffered upon others
agonies of unwitting
reality bubble popping.

Dancing from mind
to mind poking
at the shiny
gas filled cavities
of unexamined assumption.

A tawdry skill
mastery of which
was not begun
until mosquito minded
sage Socrates burst
several of mine.

One has come
to a place
where mind can
barely build shells
of content comfort
to explore vanity.

Now my bubbles
have trouble cohering
before or after
the evanescent moments
they are thought.

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