like a cloud
i can move
or a leaf falling
in a groove
maybe a thought
prior to
after the echo
i’ll come
in the stream of a wing
towards the sun
or in the wave
from a sound
like quantum
i’m probably
or like classical
fixed rigidly
sometimes either
always neither
although black
i’m not a colour
just a mirrored pool
of possibilities
drowning in infinity
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