I am caught in a house of mirrors and glass
just fingertips from the truth
trapped within misunderstanding
stuttered words and crude bright colors
wheezing horns and tepid rain
from the sky

I am lost
dark eyed, stumbling
pushing toward the light again
trying to be born
again
new cold and clean
shorn of flesh and breath

I hope
I can step
through

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