Discolored sentences
Cross bridges between you and them,
And the traffic of words is
Unbearable to deaf ears
(The nonexistence of you)
They, long ago, burned down bridges
That could lead to you, or
Maybe they feigned they did,
Yet you believed
(The age of the diseased)
And they reigned their own colonies,
With rules on walls of
Your nonbeingness,
And papers of their ego
Oh, fever of the self
Written 12:57 AM. 11.16.11
Note: This was supposed to be talking about Solipsism (Yes, the philosophical concept) but it somehow took a kind of a political direction.
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