The
story you have always
told
about yourself
has
just begun to break
into
kaleidoscopic bits.
It
isn’t fathomable anymore.
Nothing
fits.
It’s
as if it’s fallen prey
to
some computer hacker thief
who’s
split it into quantum
shibboleths
and sent them
reeling
into solipsistic grief.
You
no longer know
what
you are feeling.
That’s rather a relief..
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