Concept

Sometimes
It will be the same spiral of words
Echoing their way through my mind in a whirlpool of thoughts
Whole universes and peripheral glances from the corner of my eye
Reflecting and ricocheting off my conscience like the blast of light from a galactic collision
A million wonderful stars of thought, dancing on the tip of my tongue
Waiting for the right minute to explode

The End

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