The Flower Blooms
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Visualizing an infinite real-time
expansion, remaining calm & consistent,
while the circular sphere neutralizes to a
point, trying to explain, all too plain,
letting go of any strain, not to mention,
anything else that led to detention,
confined, to break free, realizing it isn’t
reality, please, nothing has changed,
since the ’97 summer, when I got her
number, her style, & a walk in the rain,
face facts, I’ve taken it all back, to
reminisce about all I miss, necessarily
needed to move to the next phase, the
flower blooms, all it consumes, with
hip-hop tunes, balloons, & cake, to
casually take it as it is, temporarily
infinite, so it is best that you jump in it,
no time to waste, because there is no
time, like this, a first kiss, summer fling,
& no need for bling, soul shining, while I
dismiss their whining.
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