puts anchors on my eyelids

shutters over eyes

and everyone is screaming while

this page learns to load 

they speak

louder and louder 

over each other but

-nobody is listening! no surprise.

we are all watching space watching us like

in a mirror maze reflecting many selves

and maybe we are only made of mirrors

and its glass is all that exists

and everything we -think- we see

are only two-dimensional illusionists,

what if we broke the glass and its shatter

were the stars, shards of glass that fall

over us slicing daggers and splintered minds






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