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deluded.

Open yourself, unbar those erring teeth
desperate to clutch a mirage of the bloom;
through third eye’s perception, verify
the imagined, the interminable
life’s bliss; a pang dissecting the skin
will tell you of the desolated soul.

This poem is the 3rd stanza of the Imagination (working title) from the Sestina Synthetica project on Chalkboard.