Through a looking glass 

Sunlight hits the windows of my mind

The heat of the universe touches my inner soul with fragments of a broken matrix

Why are

Why I am intertwined with  your essence?

And why does the view here seem so distorted?

Trying to reach for you in the mist but you fade away

Are you real?

Are you pieces of geometric proportions?

Can I see you?

Without the outer shell of reality

Will you unveil your intentions?

Does my love for you unveil mine?

Is this truth magnified? Or am I still dreaming?

C.L Cunningham

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