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A bubble bath of quantum fluctuations,

Spumes of rustling invitations,
A smorgasbord of destinations,
Popping in and out.
An eye in doubt,
Lets one sprout,
By reaching out.
With a sigh,
All others die,
When I spy,
That there's no eye.
Nothing reflects,
on the surface convex.
A bead of foam,
With no one home.
An empty mirror?
This barm had charm.

“Although it was the middle of winter, I finally realized that, within me, summer was inextinguishable.” — Albert Camus