Plato’s cave was huge,
hundred inch,
twelve K,
No ads,
forced to watch.
Something was stressing and boiling
inside my spin,
inside my muscles,
waiting to come out of my fingers
on the keyboard.
Sssshhhhh
It’s sliding,
and melting,
doing some plasma dance,
forgiving itself,
for being mean and jerk,
ignoring the reflection
of its own eye.
It came out with a
sneeze,
like a…
like a…
like a…
I don’t know,
like a sneeze?
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