A MORDANT TRESPASS
I'm walking past the open fence as people stare
out - blank moons with strange lunar craters.
As I pass, they watch. But they are not real.
They are chimeras that I have imagined in a
real pursuit. In my actuality, I am alone,
inhabiting a world filled with figments
and nothing more. I nod; they speak.
'I have lost my garment and torn what's
left.' I smile, and am forced only
to say 'but you look so nice in the
rags you are wearing.' And, indeed,
she did. As, indeed, did they
all. Only I, myself, stood out -
singularly clad in a strange
raiment of gold.
I'm walking past the open fence as people stare
out - blank moons with strange lunar craters.
As I pass, they watch. But they are not real.
They are chimeras that I have imagined in a
real pursuit. In my actuality, I am alone,
inhabiting a world filled with figments
and nothing more. I nod; they speak.
'I have lost my garment and torn what's
left.' I smile, and am forced only
to say 'but you look so nice in the
rags you are wearing.' And, indeed,
she did. As, indeed, did they
all. Only I, myself, stood out -
singularly clad in a strange
raiment of gold.
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