Stuck in the cruft
Of an illusion and a fantasy
Reaching up to find the solidification
Of what I can call real

But nothing is
Time is
Matter is
Intentions are

A green folding plastic enveloping me
Reminds of my fantasy
A portal to that which is unseen
By the conscious, by the living

I walk the line of distinction
Day after day I beat him
The intangible reflections of ether
I’ll keep her

A game
The fame
Recognize what is gained
What I can find for myself

And when I return I will remember
I will tally the embers, the echo chambers
And after a while
I will yearn to forget once again
What this is

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