Another world

In a parallel world

reality oscillates between

time and tribulation

the rivers of eroding joy

run dry in confusion

a doorway opens

her soul goes forth

in time, a story is told

a warrior’s head

upon the totem-pole

between two slices of toast

unadorned with any fanfare

I’m old, for this particular nuance

my reality is steady

and open to delusion

questions of body and soul

are too difficult to ponder

in throes of suburban tropes

and distant desires for

loneliness and alcohol

what becomes here

is undone in another life,

another domain, where

world is more than

the sum of its parts,

an epiphany of pain.

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