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At home in my ideal soul

the place i scrape my time away

on the weeks of wonder

entombed in all alone.

The pasture of ebony, colors,

and pale...encircles my

fragmented mind of all dimensions.

This hole inside gets deeper

and grows at the sights

up above of the grand illusion-

pushing me further down...

much like the label of the clown.

Perceptions of others become

my own, a product of

the grand illusion

given from above.

Colored, blackened, and whitened

from my true self...

i am now a mirror

of all the eyes

from hell...

as the judges gavel

strikes the

masses blind...

leading to

the mise-en-cell.

Poetry Competition

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