Floating above this set spatial plane -
Just drifting, and watching the show.
No impact upon this pseudo reality -
An aberration with nowhere to go.
Indulging in all of their tragic distractions -
So trivial, their troubles and woes.
I long for a peaceful way of existence.
My sight-tools - they're begging to close.
~ C. Spies
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