glimpses of my other world
memories become feelings
i am caught in mid-thought
breathless as they whisper
the feeling is strongest
when they've already floated away
like grinning urchins tugging at my sleeve
like pitstop pollen on a timeless journey
i wait for them impatiently
and scramble to transcribe their messages
i can only write of the aftermath
of childhood impressions
bubbling to the surface again
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