Reality

Nothing is happening in the tangle of viscous liquid
enveloping the world...
under the eyelids,
there is a mass of photoreceptors, curled
around the axons in attempts to create
the reality for you...
on the thin surface of the water, the shade
is not true...
the reflection is coming deep inside,
tricking you for nothing,
disappearing under the water...
close your eyes, there's nothing to hide,
the reality is bluffing...
you need just to cross the border
of the blind spot,
here, next to you in the mirage of trembling air,
the illusion you've got
is so rare...

between the morning stars
at a distance,
the illusion of who you are
gives the feeling of existence...





 


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