One Vision Of Hell

One Vision Of Hell short poem

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You wake up everyday refreshed,
Every meal you have is from Le Cordon Bleu,
Every day at the office is nothing but concord and smiles,
Your spouse the most attractive, your house the best sized and equipped,
and everyone you meet is wise and knowledgable,

but when you go to sleep,
you see places stranger and rounder and more mysterious than the ones in your town,
you meet people with arcane careers and esoteric hobbies and boundless enthusiasm,
you are people with six legs made of chitin and can see smells,
you go to the planets around distant stars and picnic on their hills,
and you remember all of it when you wake up.

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Humanoid entity residing in Chicago. Rather shy, extremely literary. Likes virtual realities, of the self and computer generated kind. Not entirely convinced that their hands are real.
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