DIRIGIBLE GATE
Oh leader, we are heavier than air.
Yet we float. How is this? Everything
I see below me is a nascent blur, and
now I realize only one thing - this
world is all a lie and nothing more.
Illusions speckle my hands. Chimeras
are rocking my bedsteads and cradles.
I want nothing to do now with any of this.
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