Distortion
I felt their eyes 
Lying on my back 
Like a punishment 
For a curious crime 
Not even finished yet. 
The grotesque experience 
Twists my world 
Out of shape 
Until the absurd 
Becomes natural 
And the life-like creation 
Is misrepresented 
In front of the deities. 
I turn the grimaces 
 Into smiles 
To equalize the balance 
Between reality and appearance 
And put myself 
In wave less equilibrium.
- Mirel Brisca

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