Hallucination
Reality warps into audiovisual hallucinationNo more ratiocination to deduce effect
Just select the lesser of
Father confessor Love
All but hate too much
Hurting, out of touch
With what I do not know
Something moving inside the visceral plane of being
Still remain a viscous mass unseeing
Sight overrated
Now rather dated
This time is soon gone
Nothing remains but what was but a curious deviation
Reality warped into audiovisual hallucination
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2020-09-01 at 23:35
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