a gin in a bar at 3am
a bottle of lucozade on an early morning train
a vodka jelly glistening in the afternoon
a glass paper weight
listening to sunset/xx or drive/robert hood (on repeat for so many days)
sounds in the distance, life
many small moments compiled, compressed, contained
something catches the light
somewhere i cannot see, forms are unhiding themselves
it is all around us
even now, moments are being born and dying like fireworks
closing your eyes won't stop them
inside them all are tiny bubbles of joy, emptiness
hopefully peace

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