a fiery green universe
crisscrossed by parallel lines
as spiders with a thousand legs
approach
the past diabolical image of time
etch fragrant fragments
of minute happenings
i chance to forget
what makes up my mind
afterimages of time
hang in mid-air
walls writhe in static rhythm
reality is fragile
perception
sprung from a hidden fear
that feeds on my mortality
and trips across
an abandoned morality
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