Through the looking glass,
Through the image if an I,
The illusion
I see more of them, those delusions
Filtered in sunshine
Feigning more facades.
I kick up my feet, giving them a respite
From treading through thorny pavers
Uncased in flesh strolling in a maze,
Encased in spirit, trying to unravel the tangles.
Through the crystal ball, I see
Seeking answers to rhetorics.
Does true love exist, beyond allegories
That adorn the walls…some above and some below
Some woven to represent a heart
Some framed in the voids of the walls
Urging the illusion I
To seek!
What does the I see?
What does the I listen in those silent speech bubbles
Violently adamant!
Nothing but the rhetoric echoing
Making the I speechless at its own irony!
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