Poem: Fleeting Ideas

They disappear quick

like a murmur in the mist

dew drops of knowledge

dropped

along the route of our past

only soaking for a moment

molecules of madness

travel on the tracks

of the universal soup

looping and swerving

until one happens

to come to rest

best to make a replica

of what it represents

before it transforms

and travels to the next.

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