Musings on Depersonalization by Lyra Chen (China, 16)

​Tilting platforms, swirling colors
The opening scene of a film.
Is this truly an illusion if it drowns my senses?

​So I return to

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Spinning carousels, laughing sirens,
The readying position before a dive.
Is that a spider web or a crack in my eyes?

And I glance toward

Blinking jewels, warping mirrors,
Alice in Wonderland without its cover.
Is that the smell of lightning striking a curtain?

Yet I still see

Green arrows, blue teapots,
Polka-dotted numbers on the wall.
Is your world any more real than mine?
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Impossible.
Nothing there even makes sense.
I will stay here, pondering
The difference between fortitude and a candlestick.