Vertigo
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Mario, Lucien, Rene Odekerken
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The world tilts,
a floor that is no longer steady,
a sky that bends where it should not.
Steps become guesses,
the body a pendulum swinging
between trust and betrayal.
Light fractures,
walls breathe,
the ground sways like an ocean
that was never meant to move.
Inside the skull, a storm-
no wind, no rain, just motion
where stillness should be.
Reach for the air,
for something solid,
but nothing holds.
Nothing holds.
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