There was a thought
Rolling across my face
You saw it
I saw it
I can deny it
But the thought
It rolled
Slowly, creaking, stopped right smack
In the middle of my face
Undeniable
Tangible
Destructive
Space between what I know and what I don’t
Fills up with dreams
Tangible dreams
Asking me, slowly, what I think
Asking me, slowly, what I feel
(it’s the same thing)
Fickle animal, fleeing for the woods, on a whim
Following after rabbits, red and white
Behind cracked doors
Recreating the math
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