Eerily strange, the same but things change
A place I was never shown, yet familiar and known
Family I had not met, a face with caret
Ghosts of another life, same children and wife
Time knotted in distortion, twisted upon itself a contortion
In a second a year reckoned
Mixed and blended reality upended
Confusion pours through eye's windows and doors
Drowning a brain of one that was sane
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Author:
sorenbarrett (
Online) - Published: August 23rd, 2026 03:28
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Comments1
Good write my friend, it speaks to me of alternative dimensions, much enjoyed
Thank you Norman I like that take on this piece and could well be. Thank you my friend.
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