Here, there is this place,
that is not here, not a place
somewhere you go
every day, nowhere
you know but once you arrive
you know you were here
recently, if time
were not but an illusion
for you never left
each person resides
here, altogether as one
in the river flow
take a moment, sit
and breathe, for the illusion
is real yet not real
here, no illusion
exists, nor does not exist,
all within the sphere
even if you know,
you know you could never know
you are left bereft
remain with this lack
fully aware to deprive
a person denies
each affirmation
for a negation to grasp
the hands you may deal
imagine this space
that is without dimension
within all space-time
suddenly, you wake
to this life within a dream
but is not a dream
take a moment, breathe,
sit down, focus on nothing
this is not a crime
hit the button hard
to stop the express, the train
that comes to a scream
if you want off now
off the train that never stops
for truth beyond lies
suffer for your art
the joke, everyone suffers
reflect on your need
pleasure seeks out pain
to balance the perspective
outside all context
leave your mind alone
how does all this concern you
sense this is a game
ask yourself why me
reason with your emotions
find out what comes next
cease to give a damn
nothing and no one matters
blood red, all the same
even in this light
everyone appears alike
contradictions bleed
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