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My cat said this to me the other night before I let her out:

Beyond the veil awaits a mirror, the visage abyssal.
Its eyes stare blind,
heavy lids they hide behind.
Sight and sense and sound and light
are phantoms here in mental night.
Real is a curse, cast like a stone,
to bend and break between the bones.
And words are wardens, watching our thoughts,
watching too the silence fought.
For nothing escapes the grand illusion,
the ten thousand things, and the endless confusion.
slothlorien slothlorien
26-30, M
Dec 4, 2012