Popping And Plucking Poem by Zyw Zywa
Popping And Plucking
Seemingly out of nothing
small sounds of a beginning
are popping and plucking
in the pool of my thoughts
atoms of observation
in the infinite void
of my mind
my universe in the multiverse
intersecting image-
particles that connect
to coherent thoughts
I knead, mix and bend them
until they smile
or I let them burst
for a new beginning
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