My heartbeat slows...
the beat of my heart
slows it's rhythm
almost to a complete halt
along with the world around
Every sound
pierces my ear with
razor sharp accuracy
Movements betray themselves
caught in full focus by my eyes
Every pin dropp
word spoken under breath
uttered word
body language
every slight of hand
even the slightest movement
follows a designated path
within the thickness of substance
known as reality
Both senses along with
tasting the thickness of reality
make the illusion somewhat tangible
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