the continuous flow of light
falling out of the sky mutes
the sounds that are close by;
I see reflections of colors that
have been bounced off and miss
colors that have been absorbed
as my mind instantly calculates
correlations between the two
faster than my eyes can blink;
future thoughts wait in ante rooms
until the process is complete,
then form instant connections as
light continues to fall down around;
weighted perspectives rest on the
strong shoulders of centurions,
who guard the mental entrance
with their lives if called upon; but,
until that day arrives, I feast on
fruit and bagels and imported
teas from Oriental Asia.
7Aug14
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