
illusion
some things speak for themselves
some need a little explanation, you do
coming and going as is your wont
not that i mind, i don't, i've learned patience
and i don't judge, but i do get hungry, i have an appetite
the world i sense—bird song, clouds, traffic
disappears when i close my eyes
and you appear, on cue, flawless, flawed, human, corporeal
and i begin, and it is uncomplicated by reality
and it is equally undirected by me
it unfolds before my closed eyes, you, you alone
doing what you do, and how do i know what you do
i wonder about that too, elusive as you are
yet, you are, you exist, i see you every time i close my eyes
Poetry by one trick pony
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Written on 2016-01-30 at 14:51
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Lawrence Beck |
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