and call it life... as if there is
there is no other way to see it...
when life is not life, it belongs
to the other side... and we see
what we are supposed to see
and call it an un-life but not yet
life as it know it to be... life
lives inbetween the lines of an
unpublished story that has no
beginning or end but is full of
everything else that creeps into
the corners of where we live...
but in the dream we lean along
the edges of reality and steal
a glance at the life we'd like to
live and when it slides too far
down into the mud, we turn our
minds around and call it death.
26 August 2022
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