my eyes are splintered
marbles breaking the landscape apart
distorting the real and the false
beyond the preexisting boundaries
of truth and lies

i cannot walk a straight line
there isn’t one to be found
and whatever is left of me
is caught in a crack
in the wall of time

half in half out
i dangle between day and night
life and dreams you and me
and everything i touch is slick
with the gloss of fatuous impermanence

i don’t care which way i fall
wrong or right dark or light
as long as the ground is solid
and my eyes are whole
i can figure it out from there

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