blur

in the foreground, the

alluring words that were

misinterpreted along the way

are inscribed on the backs 

of faceless doppelgängers

that walk in tranced spirals

behind me, seventeen body bags

filled with the undying laughter

and the arcane smiles of pretty

faces and bodies I’ve held before;

before I wound up in this place,

this blur of reality, self, love

above me, eyes... eyes like I’ve 

never seen, eyes of an unknown 

color, magnanimous eyes, eyes

of elysian tranquility; everything

is blurry, I’m feeling dizzy, I’m 

feeling like I don’t quite know

where to belong

(cropped image from cdna.artstation.com)