We walked through a doorway
to find stairs
and drunk buffoons falling
in there
around the bend to the top
is a shop
with twenty plus asians
laying flat
and we sat
in the next doorway.
I took pictures
using the camera on my phone
to share this memory
of my own
and show the image
to my friend,
but it was the sky
and this was all pretend.
Lucid fate
I see her face
half awake
back to black mind state
while visions change shape.
Through our eyes
we see reality
like crying spies
cursing formality
until we die.
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