what are you, my dear

 

what are you, my dear?
a dream i dream up 
to keep myself afloat?
a shadow i relentlessly follow
seeking my own substance?
my pain, my balm

what are you, my dear?
an illusion of reality? or
a real illusion?
a mirage
tempting me to the very end
of the horizon?
my sorrow, my bliss

now here, now there, nowhere
vanishing, disappearing in streaks
of blinding light
when the sight clears
darkness again

the mind
now aflame
now stilled and frozen
now gripping, now slipping
a never ending torment of chaos

a broken kite in flight…

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