Witnesses flood perceptions door
banging to get in
plagued by
an impermeable strain
of
dementia
distorted
and dissected into
quantum realities
as facades crack
and begin their
ascent
gasping for air
fearing the vacuum
housed inside their
glass containers.
"From poetry and photography to magical fiction, I crafts stories of resilience, imagination, and the enduring power of kindness."
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