Strange World
His eyes conceal an empty void. Alone,
he stares between the worlds that float among
the real and fake and, in his mind they seem
to crash and meld, becoming what, to him
can only be described as here and there,
yet somehow not. So now, alone he stays,
and, storming through the void, his world arrives
between the truth and lies that form in hope.
And now, alone he stays, and his life, his
world can begin and end. Crash, and end.
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