Follow not to a hill,
Where your eyes are blackened
by the height of which,
You like in sky- false touch.
Wherein You misspell “Perseverance”
And feet a mile above fly.
Like a God You dictate-
the more blind men You see,
and dig beside your grave, theirs too.
Feel like You’ve never felt,
for it’s an apogee – False.
Nor a dream gains a virtual dimension,
nor to You, Truth is clear-
And as You’re wandering like You’ve never done;
I’ll truly pray…
That You wake up this Nightmare…
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Submission Name: Falsity
