Event Horizon
In chaos, I live on the edge,
a black hole in dreams where
all thoughts are consumed and
fragments of sanity are swallowed
by a bottomless sinkhole.
Like the illusion of a face
reflected too close to the bevel -
its resolution undefined;
the psychosis of a
derelict mind
that no reason can leverage
and only love can lift ...
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