I exhale some bullshit with a fresh breath of bliss
but it's nonsense
From roach to empty can my eyes glance
catching for a moment
some contact with a person between
Who knows where or why they are
and I forget where even I am
but I know all too well I am grounded
in some place of reality
and in some place of thought
over a cliff of reason
and into a sea of self
Crashed against the shore of contact
My eyes emerge from a paper burnt away
and I'm here,
somewhere.
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