The Veil

I regularly reach out to caress the veil between the illusion of the so called real world.

The fingers of my mind barely touch the surface, unable to wrap around and get purchase on it.

I yearn to grab ahold and yank or to pierce and tear to see the truth beyond.

Sensing the thin fabric so close yet so intangible.

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