to wake from sanity to delirium

is falling from the reality that relays

lies to us to the demonic paradise

where words make worlds dream

that “if he breathes more faintly

than he must, or uncovers

his private parts in the presence

of those who are near him” - acting

thus against good custom - then he is

nevertheless as children still, the will

remembering that he is nothing,

that they are nothing,

and so we fall awake today

where words were, worlds

were, and sacrosanct sanities

we pretended

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