Popcorn

Those moments
Balled up
Between them, string

If you focus on the string
Vibration
Two distinct planes

With your eye on the ball
There are so many contours
And it is oddly weighted

In balance
It seems perfect
To have something like garland

But up close
Or in the moment
It's messy, abstract, an interesting predicament

A balled up fist
Or four arms and two chests in embrace
Can't last forever, shouldn't

Yet the wavelength
The time in between
Wrought with consequence
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5.21.12