hides self deception... a noise
is not just a noise but a distraction
blended forth in magic... we
insist in cancelation, receiving none
our lives are transformed and we
have not the faintest clue... sounds
beckon our attention elsewherre
in a moment of temporary insanity
that mocks our lives and it attempts
at being rescued... we lay our minds
on the shelf of memories, seeking
out the ones that are the most familar
instead of the newest as oftentimes
those are the ones who have been
somewhat distorted and disfugured
like botched cosmetic surgery... life
extends out beyond the obviious
and to a point of no return, leaving
us to cling onto our dreams in the
middle of the night if we want to
awaken as ourselves in the morning.
20 August 2022
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