The Invisible Rug

The walls here
are taller than we could ever see
creating an immersive
world-like prison
where uncertainty is the cage that drops
down around you.

This is the long con
slowly lulling you to sleep
with its promise of certainty
of static dreams
of boredom in comfort
only to have never been.

Without so much as a rug to pull out
the box is gone
the buildings
the walls
that world-like facade
and all that remains is a face
in some non-existent mirror
waiting to stare back
disembodied
quiet.

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