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Perameters of realitySounds muffles into a darkened abyss of nothingness in the quickness of a wink. Reality becomes lost in this a labyrinth of a black void with no particular direction. I have control of the events about to unfold or so I think. Can it be that I create my own reality where the impossible now exists and a world with no constraining decisions. Welcoming surprises inconsequentially appear in my mind's eye, filling my imagination with a plethora of compelling visions. Ethereal and delicate, floating through a celestial world of make believe, A kindred spirit watches over me protecting me from consequence. Untethered by any mortal ties displaying a courage equal to my wants and needs, yet still I submit to my overriding conscience. Seldom any recollections as the dawn disrupts a dissociative state of my dream, The business of diurnal living forces myself to regain reality so it may seem Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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