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who is this trapped
behind the glass
persistently trying to get past
an invisible wall
of pride
who is this who sees
through these eyes
casting my hook appetite
caught thoughts in a visual net
that keeps the construct
of sight and insight
in a desperate tango
dancing in between
life and death
impossible continuity
of breath
who is this feeling
an illusion of pain fleeting
the seeming
stitched together senses come awake
patchwork perception is a window pane
that keeps the fly from the open sky
all suffering is a self-made
in the comforts of ignorance
i’ve jailed the mind
in a false awareness
i’ve inbred it crazy and vicious
in the pit of prejudice
who is this discontent
that speaks with my lips
and demands you
open my lock on a cage
of flesh and blood
always craving
from the abyss
from beneath the looking glass
staring upward reaching
for the infinite blue
you touch me
from the other side
of the surface
of a waking dream
a mirror house
that makes you wonder
what is real
what makes you other
than me?
i enter you
when i surrender
and melt like snowfall
into water that fills
the way
i am only a vessel