to feel

her afterimage
burnt
into the unseeing
third eye
buried deeply
inside my psychosis.

i am
the mirror image
of who
i yearn to be
cast in multiplicity
among the varied
funhouse fungi
releasing spores
to alter disillusion
into braille
for all the world
to feel.

i built this
labyrinth
with the bloodied stumps
left from a tangle
with making mountains
out of molehills.

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