A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth.
All There Is
Bring me another vision
Something translucent to place like a filter over my eyes
While I watch TV
Looped animation, your days and hours like a pixelated GIF
French fries dipped in wine
Until you tell me the world is what we make of it
The magic is imagination
And the horizon is a white page with one massive blinding
Period.
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