An Unhealthy Lack of Vanity

there's an interruption in our dimension;
i found it in the hallway where i became aware
of seven billion perspectives shaping occurrence
into pattern: from nothing, is the hallway where i saw
a line of crooked overlapping fluorescent lights yellowed,
beckoning to your eyes so that your feet must follow,
and they told me: life is the most nauseous pill you swallow,
a blood-thinning laxative that will always lead you here,

where you become aware that the hallway is invention:
and everything is invention, at once.