iridescent bubbles catch the fleeting Spring sun
in their separation of self and whole
a limited glass-wall world, the community bubble
the sanctitude, the solace, the illusory solitude.
lifelong ponders, "who blew us into existence?"
from which soapy soup were we comprised?
the primordial balance of alkalis,
the oleochemicals and otherwise
Taking the inane and invoking the insane
and setting it off unto the elements;
the darkness and cold, a glimmer of hope
as it captures light, captivates souls
from POP to POP to POP, evermore.
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