heart torn apart
by invisible hands.
tears drawn out
by invisible string.
the ridiculousness of invisible things!
if ever i were sure that visibility
is not an indication of existence,
now is that time.
this quivering soul
is the rustling leaves
of the wind of things unseen.
indeed, we do live in a matrix of
relationship.
sensitive to its fluctuations?
or thrown by its troughs?
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