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Holding my hand in front of my face
I have one question
Is this the world I'm used to
The sounds vibrate my core
Ringing noises I can't explain
A quick glimmer of sunlight
Shining threw my hand
As it covers up the shine
The energy slows
Time becomes a controllable feeling
For an endless moment
I can see every detail
Every defining fact of life
Appear and grow
As it vanishes of an equal pace
A cyclone of feelings enter
How do you handle the unexplained?
Who am I that can see this?
How do I forget it's there?