"Book Of Mirrors" By: Jackal Moon

Days and nights stand still
The sun does not rise
The planets do not turn.
The only movements
the waters of chaos
On the edges of the Universe.
Time does not exist
Nor do we.
We are simply the characters
In any of Shakespears's plays.
All and none exist
Especially those in reality.
For what is a better fantasy
Than that which we think
we truly see?

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