Growth comes as a shock
Jarring the senses as
Newness unfolds
Crackling like spent lightning bolts
A sudden glimpse into the Other Mind
Just as the door slides shut
As if awakening, half-remembered, from a dream
The aperture of the mind
Collapses in on itself
Pure creation arcs out through and
Jolts us back to realism
In the briefest moment
Before it closes off again
Faceless
Like smooth inscrutable stone
As if nothing had ever happened
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