it’s as brief as a broom in the sky
with a witch uncatchable by the cameras eye
as brief as a butterfly
with its wings closing by
in enormous wars and tornados
this moment is as brief as it could ever be
forgetting more about itself with each second that goes by
as brief as that kiss
that will never be found
in my memory’s Babylon library
it has forgotten its heartaches and now it’s just hiding in my very casual weariness
it’s so brief that i lost it already
in this major haystack
how do i find it?
what’s its gimmick birthmark?
lenny
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