fractures

i can
no longer tell
which of these
realities
are dissociative
fantasy or
hand stitched
hell

i am
not a part
of either
a spectator
looking through
rental binoculars
the wrong way
creating a
myopic delusion
i cannot
navigate

but that
is just fucking life
you don’t mean
a goddamned thing
just an
infinitesimal speck
in the corner
of fucking nowhere
while your
beats itself
to death

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