Untitled - June 28, 2002

When the  words fall downwards
into an unending spiral,
where all the thoughts
are focussed 
on the same
point in time,
then everything rushes
to the forefront.

Every word is like a window,
peering into a hidden world,
seeing the myriad of images
evoked by a single moment.

The changes around every corner
are bound by the reality
within.

Until the nuances read by another
changes life 
once again.

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