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phantasm
most cherished illusions
kept safe
these shifting grounds
do chafe
more solid than the homes
needs must forsake
they, after all
buckle under quake
these sound shadows
give bound
borders to the chaos
churning round
what brutal blight
is brought by light
blessed blinds shattered
by the shone
things too dark
or too dense to be shown
howls of distance
between star
the shrieks
of the infinite mar
the blessed silence
of illusion, the vaunted lies
on which we depend
the very whys
incomprehensible to perceive
true distance
impossible to comprehend scale
to offer resistance
to inexorable forces
indifferent to human demand
as inconsequential as a hurricane
to a grain of sand
the real
like vast eons of time
refuses, on principle
to rhyme
in our heads
we keep
dreams safe
so that we can sleep
contradiction
and paradox seeps
out of the box
a cat from crypt creeps
resolving in horrors
and tragic leaps
to much gashing of teeth
the very stone weeps
how have we a world
so full of woes
we cannot countenance
it's body blows
is reality itself
a terror beyond ken
it's not if we must face it
but when
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kept safe
these shifting grounds
do chafe
more solid than the homes
needs must forsake
they, after all
buckle under quake
these sound shadows
give bound
borders to the chaos
churning round
what brutal blight
is brought by light
blessed blinds shattered
by the shone
things too dark
or too dense to be shown
howls of distance
between star
the shrieks
of the infinite mar
the blessed silence
of illusion, the vaunted lies
on which we depend
the very whys
incomprehensible to perceive
true distance
impossible to comprehend scale
to offer resistance
to inexorable forces
indifferent to human demand
as inconsequential as a hurricane
to a grain of sand
the real
like vast eons of time
refuses, on principle
to rhyme
in our heads
we keep
dreams safe
so that we can sleep
contradiction
and paradox seeps
out of the box
a cat from crypt creeps
resolving in horrors
and tragic leaps
to much gashing of teeth
the very stone weeps
how have we a world
so full of woes
we cannot countenance
it's body blows
is reality itself
a terror beyond ken
it's not if we must face it
but when
© inkcloud
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