Worlds

I lay there still, As my Worlds collapse, My eye ducts fill, As I try to relax, Inside the traps.

I want to sink, Into the crust, Into the Worlds, That I can trust, The Worlds from which, I can’t escape, No exit gate, Can’t retrograde.

And when I’m there, I won’t complain, or resist the chains, Because I’ve learnt from my past, I can’t outlast, The spells they cast, The walls they craft, The Worlds they blast, The victims they draft.

And I can’t outlast, The burden, The beauty, Imitation, And limitation, Of it All.

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