thoughts exist.
before the words.
words reflect thought.
they are not thoughts.
they are just words.
an imperfect mirror, at best.
we
wrap ourselves
in the comfort of the mirror-world
created by the
language
that has been engineered
to make us want to stay
inside the
funhouse,
looking at twisty reflections
of what is real,
afraid to break
free.
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