itself up my soul
moves on along its own
incalculable perspectives
eventually enough self-
awareness leads to
the soul of the world
it just makes sense
but who knew reality
was so obsessive-compulsive
or fantasy so cold
and unforgiving
the clearly sovereign sun
rises and sets
but it’s the moon
our feeling share
that gets ejected
like a ball thrown back
and forth by two
invisible characters.
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