in rhyme
i skate the line
defined by time
in order to perpetuate
my in difference
for, this world,
this reality,
is 
al lusion
and only we can 
figure
it
but, few, will take the moment
to dis tin guish it
leaving me with
per sis tance
and, in my struggle
to balance it
i become lost
in the : mechanics
and, ironic,
no one notices
my
diction
for, it is
fiction :: this :: life
 
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