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[writtensoul]

[x-posted on archangels]

stolen words
like glass and ice
all to dust
all disappear

transient-like
space and time
house of mirrors
just staring back

transparent
see-through
ephemeral existence
here only for an instant

then gone again
forever.

why write--
without feeling
without taste
without touch

why live--
without eyes
without reality
without love

only here for a second
to glance at the skies
to sample the wind
to brush the sand

carpe diem
seize the day

live in reality
not in fantasy
not made-up worlds
and a giant's drink

lies upon lies
cloud the truth;
see past the cover-up,
to uncover yourself.