wormhole there is no time differential
instantly thought flees across years
picks up loose neglected thoughts
merges seamlessly into past thought threads
weaves strains effortlessly into precious past weave
pattern now complete perfect locked into frames
minds eye thirsty flickers on to weave new threads
ephemeral transient mind seeks kaleidoscopic images
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Nice. Blackhole wormhole and the mysteries of life and the cosmos.