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Dominique

Escape

We weekend warriors and philosophers, we escape
from the upward death streams
by finding eternal flux
in red plastic cups. Only seeing shadows,
representations of a man-made culture
that, although behind a screen, feign to be the gateway to reality.
We must break away from the sea we see when we drown ourselves
drinking and thinking, eyes blinking in disbelief for what we view isn't true.
Knowing there's more than just doors and windows and floors
without a tangible conception, we're trapped in this cave.
You're immobilized by cigarette smog and I
paralyzed by my dusty thoughts.

But tomorrow's delusion will not satiate,
trade the illusion for hallucination that
allows us to rise up, break out of the rock,
feel the warmth of the sun and
dissolve into the water,
become one,
with the tide's perfect rhythm.
And finally,
we
escape.