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Blended –
Hallucinations plague my senses.
I just
Don’t know what’s in my head and what’s going to kill me.
Or what is torturing you.
The deer seem unaware of what inflicts present reality.
If I can even trust that form.
It seems to motion blur my universe.
I don’t believe that’s in a deer’s normal capacity for function.
So I probably shouldn’t welcome the grin it just gave me –
As it meshed with the treant.
Or turned the tree into a deer.
I watched –
The leaves float away with the branches intact.
The deer didn’t seem moved by the experience.
It just walked up to the next tree to chew on some leaves.
Something I wish I had the ability to do at this moment.
The Lambent 