Poems
Systema Simulatum
1.
I wake, my mind adrift in fog's embrace,
Uncertain if my thoughts are real or dreams.
The silent room, devoid of any trace
Or clues to solve this strange quandary
A solitary bed, my resting place,
The only object in this space, it seems.
Compelled to seek the truth that lies beyond,
I rise, determined to find answers
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Saturday April 27, 2024