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i am reaching out into the electric pool.

where shadows play within the safety of

distance.

i am tired of being a fantasy.

tired of the images superimposed over

the complex and definitive fabric that cradles

these cosmic thoughts.

intangible personalities entertained

by reflections and fragments.

so distracted by choreography

that they cannot recognize what is real

when it breathes next to them,

so satisfied by the bits that surface onto the screen

that when it speaks

clearly

from someplace immediate

they run away punching the air and fighting off the past.

this restless arm spins, scanning the plane of my own perspective,

brushing over the blips that enter my field of vision

trying desperately to interpret each random

or patterned light

blinking quickly on,

in and

out and

gone.

but my memory cannot record,

cannot make sense of every interference.

and i wonder what i am missing.

and why i am so tired.