A spy disguised as a spy,
My mind speaks specious truths,
unknown to me;
an illusion of a deluded saint,
I deceive myself, knowingly.
Cobwebs spin out,
And paint the space,
Nothingness breeds Alice's world,
The 'I' god loses,
A rigged game,
Deliberate beliefs,
Connive and conquer,
I begin to worship,
The shibboleths I create,
My intellect follows,
A faithful slave.
And then it's real,
So complete,
contrived creativity,
amnesically real,
mushrooms, proliferates,
spawns unbridled.
Loves and laws,
Dreams and deaths,
Ideals and dust,
ecstatic, hoodwinked,
run amok,
in a demented dance.
Rainbow on the bubble,
my estranged child,
runs and runs,
Something waits,
But never baits,
a schizophrenic laughter,
of apocalyptic insight.
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