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Whisper
Does it ever all seem so fake?
Like you're hands are on the drapes,
veneer and white
and the shapes moving outside the window are clearer
and clearer
and if you wanted
you could tear through
the veil
but as it tingles under your fingertips
images flash through your mind
of what could be
and what might be
and what horrors lay beyond
the sound of screams from
some darkness within your mind
and your hand
withdraws
and the universe
again
folds in on itself
and the veil becomes a deep fog
then a picture of reality
then the flesh and bones are added back
and here you are again
with your hand extended
resting on nothing
fingertips caressing
empty air
