Hallucination

Reality warps into audiovisual hallucination
No 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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