Bubble

Destiny
The lid shakes
Behind fogged glass
recalling its growth
New surroundings
shifting Awareness
Its own insincerity
Choices
plucked from its knowingness
With hasty hands
Sifting and impatient
for others
his hand
The sun gives
And gives
I cannot return it the Favor
So I don’t even name it

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