Iluzji

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A shadow,
an illusion,
a trick of
the light,
a trick of
my fading
eyesight.

A thundering
crash, silent
to all but me,
as the form
solidifies,
unquestionable
reality.

How to react
when what
eyes have
seen has
never been
what exists,
illusions.

So nothing.
Letting black
clothes fade
into black
walls, remove
the attention,
illusions.

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