Parallel
You hear a lot of talk about parallel universes nowadays.
I live in one.
The wind blows the same but the eyes are different.
This universe has expanded some, I guess.
Faces askew, voices pitched differently.
I remember everything but not this way.
It smells funny.
Was I born here?
I have a theory that it is all infused with too much memory.
Every raindrop ignites an association.
Every association is a puncture in my little pond.
Beautiful ripples transform the landscape.
Settling finally, changed, a slightly different center achieved.
Some days are worse than others.
Reality gets so strained I forget who I am.
What am I anyway but this which I claim to perceive?
What did I expect that causes these questions?
I think there’s something I’m missing.
Keep digging.
Jump.
Soar.
Add flavor. A little luminescence.
Before I disappear.
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