Thursday, March 22, 2012

3521. ALL SO UNREAL

ALL SO UNREAL
Only the mirror puts you next
to me, and this is all so unreal.
Refracted from all angles and made
up from reflections, those things you
move have no bearing, really no
direction at all. I am in the funhouse
of my mind? I am lost amidst a
whirling fog of image? I cannot
really live in this world, all chimera,
all token, all strife, and all so unreal.

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