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who i am and where i mirage
i have a copy of where i rise
but only a copy--
an infinity or the slow-wading blue
that proves the mind
a permeable ruin,
a closing upon
the lime slices of effervescence
that fall inside the rat-infested dream,
cover up with the sublime,
the lethal impact
of the moss-covered bones
that tell who i am
and where i mirage,
where everything changes
so as to not be predicted
like the horror
that breaks necks
and lies
in the snow-bred calm.
but only a copy--
an infinity or the slow-wading blue
that proves the mind
a permeable ruin,
a closing upon
the lime slices of effervescence
that fall inside the rat-infested dream,
cover up with the sublime,
the lethal impact
of the moss-covered bones
that tell who i am
and where i mirage,
where everything changes
so as to not be predicted
like the horror
that breaks necks
and lies
in the snow-bred calm.
Published 19th Apr 2021
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