through the looking glass
you're abandoned and in rust..
with cracked shapes of the future
love affairs i see
that we're no good at all,
our hearts hooked upon the ceiling
in outbursts of lust
but conveyed otherwise..
cosmological glory
jigsaw puzzles me
wide visions deny
that we're part of the railroad we just left behind
in truth i find
the resolved mind
whether with you or not,
in phantasmagoria i'll rot..
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