there are moments here
when the real is not real
allowed to be more honest
allowed to blatantly feel
with no need to conceal
or steel myself for the blow
take every flame as a refining fire
every stroke as a strengthening blow
every admonishment as not my own
this is then a real world
and the real world, built on lies
hides its spies in network ties
but maybe i can find my own way out
by not going my own way
by not giving in to tired doubts
to live without regret
to not bet my future
on the security of practicality
logic a necessity only for those trapped
by needless insecurities
the instability of the real
is what makes it a question
the answer is not the goal
the journey more than a direction
the census has been taken
and we are over-populated
devastated by a species who've given up
on dreams, but mostly
on themselves
the unreal is more real here
and i can see plainly the world
to which i do not wish to return
yet i yearn for the interaction
the meeting of the worlds
some semblance of synchronicity
a verisimilitude of cognizance
a right and left shoe
walking the same street
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