Life as abstract self contained moments all intricately woven together by a single thread,
Ghostly web silk extends,
from some reaching out towards phantom moments that will never be,
Their details fuzzed, only noticeable from details from a sometimes misguided and perpetually foggy mind,
Here now is a bubble surrounded by the fog of the unknown with a thread slowly extending with each ever divisible moment of measurable time,
Here now, bound to this thread, until a gust of wind blows and for a glorious moments time,
The entire framework of dream and experience comes into focus,
The fog washes away, the spark of neurons lighten forgotten moments.
I slowly put back down the ticket stub...realizing the power of small things and the limitless connection between all things.
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