Alone--in another world we are all alone
Yes but fleeting feels so good
sitting in front of my computer
feeling its legs reach out to me
A morning does not grip me as hard
with an imaginary friend in tow
the miracle of life
speculated inside imagination
When do legs become legs, and not
the honest being of--- wanted desired reality?
I have nothing to base this on.
I am alone/ yet
a film
running beneath my eyes
transmits the cough of fantastic ignorance
within it--special, alone,
a thousand voices!
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