Racing down infinite
stairs of the dark subway tunnel of your mind
Stumbling, mumbling
Endlessly fixing the
flat tires of winged jealousy
Wrapped in the
molasses, melting
Feathers fluttering
in disgust
Flying in irrational
Obtuse patterns
Variations of
paranoid nothing
Vibrating madly in
place
The walls are
dissipating
Scorched and burning
Dripping and
dragging
Loose and leaking
Everything is an
illusion
Of your perception
What do you want to
believe?
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