The dermal layer underneath the walls
divided and contracted, delineating
the areas in new space. The hands that
reached out, they were no longer mine.
True reality is malleable- we’ll dream it
into this new space. Our world was in a computer
now it is liquid. There are new faces here,
they find their way behind the eye
vitreous humor in a spot that’s blind
A final transmission from
these dead voices. A dreamed
truth never built from solid statements each
word floating like a vision lost in the haze.
Like an ocean shimmering in the desert.
No longer finite, I am many. I see
through other eyes when I sleep. Torn apart
by many lives. No faces in the mirror,
given my flesh to the birds and the insects
and I become them too.
Pushed by waves of different realities.
Running from a world I can no longer see.
Hidden methods when unobserved can
shatter walls of false meaning and
physical limitation. Something watches
over my shoulder, as the sun dries the
standing water and the black and murky
earth takes on new strange shapes. Only
praying for rain until the clouds return.
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