What happens when reality gets it wrong?
Our mind’s eye feeds us truth while
we lay our heads at night, rewinding the play.
Wear the boots with memories into the woods,
where you’ll go to find a piece of wind to ask
about the clouds surrounding the inside
of your skull; placed their by a shinning
smile of a clone.
The unseen piece of wind
carries with it more reality
than any repeating, and brilliant,
performing smile of an imitation.
-M. Taggart
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