Into the realm
With the illusions.
Momentarily going on with the time.
To be the prisoners
That tingling sensation & the shaking numbness.
Taking out with the eagerness
The same moment
With a solitude of present and future
Integumentary to the hypothesis
The hypnotic scramble
And the Illusionist
Falling together yet apart.

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