sometimes

sometimes,
a light like molten fire
rushes through my veins,
and a grin splits my face,
so certain,
that I must know everything

sometimes,
there is nothing so fulfilling
as the white tassel of a carpet
seen through the eyes of everything,
or a simple green pot
sitting clean
on a perfect surface


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