Windows into eternity

Inspiration
comes to us
flying on wings of light;
new thoughts
trace curves
like tentacles upon the brain
and neurons flow
down unaccustomed paths.

It's all a blur,
and yet,
because we realize
that blur implies
movement,
we do not try to understand
but stop,
allow the heart
to breathe a film upon the glass,
then wipe
a window
into eternity.


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