Cinquain #17

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Convulsions are

A trip to unknown

Territory. The only scoop is a

Vague sense of nostalgia. Have I been here?

Then it’s

Gone and

I am through a

Loop of fractiles, a reach to

Get on a better timeline than the one

I’m on.

If I

Reach brighter there is a sense

For lack of better terminology, I can have

New experiences

I often

Emerge grateful to find

Myself with my feet on the

Ground or my eyes gazing into my husband’s,

Not alone

Just imagining

This universe and my

Life here, but perhaps, I think,

I’ve only forgotten another Universe in my reaching.

No knowing.