Friday, January 12, 2024

Worlds

Within a world of gibberish,
I had spotted a window.
Although barring any exit,
It allowed fresh air to circulate,
And if necessary, caused turbulence.

For sometimes,
Streamlines need a kick in the backside
To flow easily, out into the other world.

A transparent world with dots of opacity.

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