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What Lies Beneath
These rivulets on the roadside
Reflect golden dispersions,
Dispersed across broken perceptions
Buried in fractured fragments
or
Figments in flashes
as
everything
crashes
&
Cries
or
dies -
Telling the lies
that we all buy
Sometimes:
Wisp of wind -
this dimension
begins
in
Spirals,
Sent to pieces,
scurrying leaves
Left with eyes
as
every eye cries
or
every eye dies,
&
every I
lies
&
buys
the
Lies -
Unto nothingness
that
Lies.
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