Reality of the Unreal
There is a vast empire
where
mats of woven light
power the cities
Giving
petty butterfly space
to creatures of the sun
trapping them
in pandora's box
keeping everyone
-even her
from expressing
the pounding of instrumental drums
of sentiment
she catches love
with a butterfly net
in the fog of fairytales
blue of the ocean
calm clarity in the sky
taking her to isolated hammocks
of hymn
sothing
the scribbled portrait
that replaces her soul
allowing a yellow smile
of tainted love
to finally
appear from magic vapour
no longer,
does she have to
bear satan's smirks
for she is
awake
the only one
-awake
from the reality
of the unreal
poem by Lexy Sogl
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