Inside Jack’s Head

Inside Jack’s Head

We journeyed long and far to find respite,
In search of moments less obvious and trite.
The path ran across a jagged cliff and led
Us round the foggy ruins inside Jack’s head.
Over rolling cascades of lessons learned,
Under fading valleys our vision upturned.
Time dances slowly where butterflies march
Among tethered doorways underneath an arch.
That which once Jack knew, he only thought,
Visions that vanished despite how we fought.
We saw it all crystal clear, yet myriads untrue,
Fabric among synapses true, repressions grew.

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