Confessions: Looking back
Distended reality keeps breaking upon the shore,
and it's threatening to wash away my sandcastle.
But I can't be sure what's real anymore.
So I keep building my pretties neatly in the sand.
Always fighting to keep them safe from the sea.
Using starfish to make shields as I take my stand.
I followed the trail you left of footprints,
past the treehouse we built and down into the cove.
And though I searched; I haven't seen you since.
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