Veiled


You can read my mind
Can you tell me what it is saying?

It’s clouded to me
Tassels, fog, mirrors, smoke, haze
Distorted thoughts enlarged
In Hi Definition
Obscured conveniently by glaring lights

Waking suddenly
Dreamscapes fleetingly within grasp
Dancing away
Darting left, darting right
Gone

I should be able to read my own mind
It is written in braille
Being interpreted with vision

Clarity leads to action
Denial so much harder
With the spotlight on

Look, is that a veil?

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