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tell me a story
with your fingers tracing words
and secret meanings
down my spine with
a cautious design
tell me a story
taking your time
punctuating a silence
with a deep breath
and a reminder that
this is all illusion anyway
and little more than
all our experiences combined
could ever shift this
into a whole new dream
or illusion
as it were
false prophets and charlatans are
everywhere
calling for that which they cannot
command
Blink, and their lives are over
What remains
is time and space
for truth to arise.
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