a collection of perceptions
convoluted
to the point of becoming
mere fragments,
disjointed like static
and just as loud.
what is real?
time/form/feeling
flowing and meeting
fleeting glimpses
universes conversing
without knowing
holding our ears and
staring up
with clenched eyes
pray that focus
will become of us
while fearing the masterpiece.
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