A look to the edge of the earth,

the tendril roots

of lives of people past--

the ghosts of memory dance across

green cracks of grass.

--

Wake up to the wooden floors

of cool entities

when you sink into

the mist of self-delusion.

A slide of reds and blues and greens

dilutes the sheen of glass upon

the image lies.

--

The days of dreams create

the realm of redox.

Numbers on the wall

are times and dates and strangers names.

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Wake up the loss of genius.