My body is eternally nylon, rubbed against jagged nails. My thoughts are those of consequential disaster awaiting the shattered pieces of the tilted glass. All it takes is one tip, one slight caress of all the right places and I'm spread into a sea of panic and desertion.
A sea of mirrors, reflected off me to behold the beauty of all that is around me to only use me as a passageway. The beautiful light is executed as it goes into an oblivion. An oblivion I can never reach. Isolated in this body that's been well abused in a number of devious ways, I am stuck like the ant who's become the affection of a delirious schoolboy holding a magnifying glass. As I walk, so too does the blinding light of the piercing rays that sting my person as I spin on this skewer of an existence.
Bright are the sparks and specks of their eyes that flicker off my person with every painful rotation of a new section. I now, can only feel the physical sentences running through my mind, thoughts that once were mere passerby-ers but are now the entire consumption of my soul and permanent guests in this temple.
Tick tick tock, I am now only a configuration of a person. My consciousness is only a dream, one that I will never wake up from. Who is this being in the reflection of cascading, radiant, and shiny objects? No one knows nor ever will. All one can truly do is make mere guesses as to unlock the mystery of our joyous existence.
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