I never existed
I was never here
This entire poem was never written

This landscape is a dream
A languid dream of your creation
One that never truly existed

I was a circle in a room full of squares so I became a square

The square's all decided to be circles so I became a circle again

They told me I wasn't a "proper" circle

I wasn't doing the circle thing right

Then I moved into the light to find that they were all triangles

They thought that they were circles but they were blind

I was a circle in a room full of squares who did not think that I belonged there

Yet I was the only one who could see my true reflection

it was fun to watch you fall down the stairs
until the moment i realised
you had broken your neck

a joke can be so funny
even hilarious
a joke can keep you laughing
long after it's been said

it was fun to watch you falling
to watch you miss your step
but why am i still laughing at your death?

i would write you a poem for every one of your lies
except there is not enough ink and not enough time

They bulldozed the bushland and put up a concrete building

They moved the bushland into the building so the building would look more inviting

I went to find the bushland because it's my favourite place to write

Only to find a building in which I was not allowed inside

I told the truth when all we had to go on was lies
Though the truth had no real value because deception had been glamorised

I acted with integrity and I did what I knew to be right
You put on your crafty masquerade and collected deceit's first prize

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it's a place that i have come to know
it's a place that i hope to go
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