In this broken pool of glass,
each piece reflecting
different parts of your face.
I’m bewitched into the forest
I wander far away
Curled fingers embrace
the edges lacerate
into my bloody hands
Pain triggers a memory sculpture in dust
Just before its devil stole it away
the end of the world hovers in space
Frozen like a picture trapped in the void
Between forgotten futures and history
destroyed
a dream in the nightmare
Caught inside a paradox
Having to surrender to treason
the death of reason
Real life liquifies
into a mad dance with phantoms crossed
Mirrored infinite
Regress
Of inner observers
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