Profile Illusions……………

In a bowl of salt
I pour juice of life
Clotted with blood
Soon I realized it
Was on my hand
I rubbed with a pen
I wrote with wounded
Hands again juice on paper
Crushed it to sand
Sand disappeared
I thought all were
Illusions
I looked through windows
I saw a dove with a knife
I threw an apple
It died with the knife
All again disappeared
I ran to the dove
There I saw a pool of silk
Where a long brick bridge
Was squared
All were dancing with bubbles
Under foot
I touched it disappeared
I ran to room
Mirrors’ were hanging
I looked and rubbed
My head
Again the juice flown
Inside of me.

Jumped out of my bowl
Filled with Illusions……………

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