Barbed wire and tangled words
are pinning down my reflections
between the dream and reality

they have edged the borders
in the black earth with the blunt end,
the spade has cut the worms in smithereens,

I see the pieces just like dementing fingers
crawling and groping around on an exploration
for the stableness of the abyss
along my rickety house of cards,

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