A Poem About Small Moments

At least, that is what I think this is about.
This was written in about two minutes. Maybe less.

I think the next one I might spend more time on. I don’t necessarily think the result will be better, but I feel I should try and see what happens.

I hope you enjoy.

Contained within a compressed moment
Sit many paths and memories
Pushed together without room for straining away
They have no choice but to intermingle

Through intermingling their paths separate
With some moving away from others
Where they intersected reveal small snapshots
That eventually fade out of view

About Stupidity Hole

I'm some guy that does stuff. Hoping to one day fill the internet with enough insane ramblings to impress a cannibal rat ship. I do more than I probably should. I have a page called MS Paint Masterpieces that you may be interested in checking out. I also co-run Culture Eater, an online zine for covering the arts among other things. We're on Patreon!
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