It is strange. How in an instant we could lose all meaning.
Indeed it is stranger that there is no substance among shadows.
Meiotic concerns, evoked by entitlement.
Delusions of grandeur: uninhibited.
The dichotic growth of aspiration .
Fueled by the search for validation.
The shadows creep slowly.
Their arbitration, sincere.
When I sleep I dream of death and wake at her feet.
Indeed my fear rang true.
And truth rang brightly.
the deaths I dreamt were mine, but not the deaths of my reality.
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