In double vision
I see the particles
Particularly in moving
A shimmering heat
Of a moment past
And if I watch
For ooo so long
I just might dream
Or perhaps see it grow
Its a spectacular spectacle
Epidemic in perspective
But some how seems right
A gristle of glimmering
Sweetness like no other
Shaking I spell my thoughts
In a place familiar
Not in a family sense
More of a dejevu
Still
Things do melt
If left to stare at
Always a piece of chalk
Left, used, and left again
Parallel is I
Two of us together
Defiant but incapable
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