Invisible


I am eating only
donut holes
drinking morning mist
invisible am I
no feet, I float
in a world where
wishes materialize
dreams filled with
candy canes that
morph into fantasy
built of unlikely probabilities

I watch those who
walk on concrete
to sit in a room
of endless cubicles
knowing their world
and mine are opposite ends of the
spectrum

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