I am not sure of that being the image I see before me, just a plain facade or the real definition?
I am not sure of what that is in front of me, perhaps it's all a gaze in front of thy eyes
I am not sure of what I see, it is a facade, it shimmers and shifts before me
I am a fearful fool in front of the enigma before, but a child to it's complexity
Always a child?
Always doomed to childhood, doomed or is it forever refuge from some, more horrifying reality?
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