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May 15
Though it may seem as if
I am trying to gaze through you-
I am only attempting to
Perceive you, and thus
Make you real.

You'll return my gaze,
But it will be nothing more
Than that- no attempt to
Perceive or make me real.
Just two, unconcerned eyes

And the strange pain of
Knowing that you'll walk away
With that newly awarded
Materiality. Like a quickly
Fading dream after a long sleep.

Like a small memory evoked
By a pattern on the green dress
Of a passing woman, newly
Real and walking fast.
Written by
Christopher Atlas
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