Not so like "moment" but more
nearby- as in "doubting"
For instance, the cavities
of wind, the insides of crystal
milky-white and therefore,
flawed, the perfect sin-
this is not (now) where joy
brings pause, then starts again.
White as sky and terrible
as "hoping" we die with
eyelids flung wide-open, fractured
glimpses of... (to be continued)
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