eyes open to the blinding red sun
laid out in deserts, trees, cascades
on my retina, revoking dreams
bitterness sits at the back of my throat now
cold creeps through the hole in my wall
they told me it was a window
the deception hung itself
in a mirrored contrast, cast amongst
the hay and weeds in my backyard
a split second woke up and found itself
amongst the shade of cream in coffee
only to no longer be a participant
to no longer court itself
to no longer hypothesize
no longer
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