Illusion2

poem by: E.J. Waling
Written on Dec 08, 2021 

Illusion
of being.
What appears
is not.
Eyes open
it begins.
Force fed
the past.
Ancient
ideas.
Bred of
ignorance.
Cauldron
of fear.
Limited
capacity.
Capacity
to understand,
comprehend.
Product
of a
small place.
Stories
spun up.
Primitive
small
thoughts.
Trying
to make
sense.
Designed
to explain,
hold
on to.
Reality
play,
written
produced.
Choreographed.
Stage to
stand on.
Seems to
be real.
Built on
uncertainty.
Designed
in a
vacuum.
Merely
probability.
Just an
illusion.
A
fading
illusion.

 

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