Distortion Michael Oswald

Reality molds into an image. An image of something Not even there. Reflected on the water, Like a face in a mirror. An image Of something that wishes To exist on its own. The white room That you see Is just a reflection Of what you want to be That doesn't exist. The station calls you To reform yourself But you can't. It draws you nearer Like a cryptic spell That satisfies no one; Not even your soul.

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