• Always staring in the mirror
    where reality collects bones
    And Illusion gives us warmth

    I awake in a dark pit
    Without recollection of falling
    I cling to you
    the footholds of raspberry bush
    Curse your thorns and treasure your sweetness
    I can not leave you without falling

    Taking solace in blindness
    I will let go of your branches
    Leave behind the pleasure
    Brief moments of clarity
    and the surrender of my skin
    Let the fall
    Assume reality

    Alter the mirror
    Remove Illusion
    Embrace the bones
    And stare unaffected