T.H.E M.E I.N M.E

I crossed through the window
A flash of adrenalined flux
In a memory of hunt-urt.
The window just a mirage.
Open and closed,
Enclosing secrets of departure
Through a wind of glittering sand.
But what is on the other side
Is much brighter.
An electric arc in between my cells
And a consciousness.
The sub consciousness is hidden
Only because of our fears...
So this window is just the non event
Of my terrorised mind...

I crossed through the wind-own
To emerge in an opposite...
The me inside me
Is just my inverted reflection...



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