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Aug 2015
An illusory world filled with clocks
Isolated palaces with circular rose windows
Made of cement and broken mirrors
Encased around neat rows of mental blocks

Genetically modified organisms
Clothed in veils of materiality
Caged in artificial environments
Looking at life through glass prisms

A flaw in the design has been proven
A shimmering mirage of ambiguity
Shards of shattered perceptions
What the hell are we doing?
Rebecca Joy
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