an illussive occurence

in poetry •  7 years ago 

what purpose does it hold, this illusion?
this illusion which we named
life itself

our society founded on lies from the ego

the self, in the hands of nature
hides in the muddy picture on the surface of its rivers

while our frail bodies eagerly anticipate for the answer, hidden in the deep
almost endless

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Thanks for sharing... Love it.

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