Outward In (Where The Colors Dwell - 2)

My place is this world is now gone or

Has it always been?

From my eyes came the colors and their blue hues.

For this world had never been

The source.

Rather I— was  

Victim of an illusion, and it

Hurts to admit

That I know what they don’t,

That they know what I don’t.

And so, I switch font

To rebuild from within

(where the echoes are trapped)

(echoes are trapped)

(trapped)

A scenery of divine,

As I know it,

And only for I.

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