Cautious, taut, I pace the room.
My revelation glistens here.
The glimpse I've stolen of the truth,
Encloses and restrains me.
All of you are false, it seems.
Mere phantoms of the show I watch.
The world is but a backlit screen,
A paper bag around me.
And if I were to run in fear,
And crash against the flimsy world,
The universe could rip and tear,
And I'd become forgotten.














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