May 4, 2009
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A twisted fabrication of reality
formed from light or darkness.
Found when mascara eyelashes brush white cheeks,
lost when the calling birds draw you away.
A world of symbols,
understandable or incomprehensible.
The functions of a slow mind,
manipulation of thought happening before eyes shut.
Deep, deep down linger truths,
behind Technicolor masks and monochromatic monsters.
Fall away now and waltz with your true love,
just remember each move is a forgotten breeze
and each whisper another unmemorable hero
when the sound of the spinning overhead fan finally brings you back.

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