Reconnecting Cables of Cognition

I often endeavor to see beyond the forced linear path;
randomly reconnecting cables of cognition
like voices in telephone conversations;
Meeting my time-traveling self and trading places.

I see a stranger in the mirror,
yet he still is my most familiar friend.
The wretch that I am still holds pearls;
clutched tightly in brittle shells of personalities.

I capriciously covet what I will know.
Trying to wake up in the endless dream;
Gaining in mental mass so thick I collapse into myself,
and my sight journeys into infinity.


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