impulses roll through
my moments and days
stop.
like kerosene globules
to a space flame
stop.
i pick them from trees
in the sea
stop.
and i fall to the grass
suddenly
stop.
the visions i see
in the snow
stop.
were filtered from thoughts
long ago
stop.
they swell like a fruit
becomes ripe
stop.
and pop!
till they come back at night
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