quale
from
char hardened hillside lines,
misted with glints of afterflame
to
foxglove first to round off again
boundlessly compensatorily pink pink pink
we
all wanted to memorize
the shape of the same ember
all taking turns
taking a look
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This explains an instant of what it is like to perceive or feel something.
I think.
Yes, not knowing for sure if that instant looks or feels the same to anyone else.
Wow! This is insanely great!