Reality seems to slip,

The mask moves

Just ever so slightly

The bottle cap in my fingers

Hyper- and -not real

In the moments

Plastic reflects light blue

Giving my uncomprehending eyes

A color to behold

More form to the un, hyper reality

Strange how a moment can hold fast

Against the immense gravity of the universe

Against the march of time

And for a second be held

In a single breath

And in that held respiration

As alveoli absorb oxygen

The cap rotates off the bottle

With the force of my hand

Opening the bottle to the atmosphere

I look at it, examining it

A fellow traveler, made of the same elements

Stardust beholding stardust

I feel it in my hand

Or perhaps it and my hand are one 

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