I dreamed
and in my dream
I saw a face blank
stare back at me.
A screen.
Ringed and wreathed
with hideous
coils of wire
writhing innumerable,
interconnected,
spitting images,
serpentine and
woven inextricably
of chaos wound
upon itself and
me wound with it,
until curiosity
became my doom
and I turned to stone.
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