You've got your life instagrammed.
You stream a persona that never repeats.
You snap up who you are in a dozen photos a day.
You scroll through the deadened sea,
of the others, and heart who you think they are.
Your imagination is infused with the smell
of Madagascar vanilla. You know your world.
You helix down flights of selves
until night falls.
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You know your world. You helix down flights of selves until night falls.......how the thoughts of self rules our thoughts...... very well portrayed. thank you dear poet. tony