The
vicinity of reality
Never
stretches out wide.
It
narrows my view,
To the
flesh I hate and
The lives
I love.
The short
vacuums of days and nights,
Filling
itself with words and lies.
Words
amuse me with their stories,
Lies teach
me not to trust those stories.
My world,
it seems, have grown smaller and sober
But worms
in my body have replicated,
One from
another, another from other.
These
windows, locked but transparent windows,
Some
won’t let me in and some do.
I wish I
could unlock them all
Just to
see the color, the texture,
The dim
reddish light and then the mirror.
Am here!
In my house of morbid dreams,
I wait
with an open window,
Gazing at
this world of shrinking reality
And my
body of crawling confusions.
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