In this shadow world, identities stand blurred,
like muddied water; river beds invisible;
here I stand exposed to howling winds
that throw handful of dust into helpless eyes.
the other, and you and i
so real, yet unreal; distinct and hazy
right and wrong, truth and untruth
a concoction served on my platter
i eat and grow, then eat some more
till the vomit rises
mud and water now separate
yet doubt remains
did i cleanse my soul to perfection
or did i throw the baby with the tub?
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