there are no boundaries
in the scope of my vision
and im not quite sure
if you are real any more
as the surrounding construct
begins a precious totter
into obnoxious kinderspiel

your carefully preserved
dream of Alnaschar simply
splintered like brittle shards
dashing against the jagged
rocks comprising the very
light of reality all around
in which i bathe

but i dont pity you
or envy you
or need you
so i walk through you

out of faux bondages
now breathing the world
studying what was built
noting every subtlety
sipping on your misery
without so much as a taste
bored and full i start again

but i dont like you
or know you
or care to
though i destroy you