small
waves recorded in slow motion
are like big waves at regular speed or
glaciers sped up times a thousand
sometimes that's how life feels--
rushing past in the blink of an eye,
other times it seems suspended, like
sitting silent in an empty room, the
walls are there to remind you that
nothing's confined in infinite space
zoom out and you might see this
as a
volcano recently erupted but
it's just a spoonful of sand ejected
by a god in the guise of a crab
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