A mountain seems to float above
The temperatures that ripple Earth below it
Layers give the senses a shove
You're being crippled and you know it
.
Shadows stand behind breaks in light
Cookie-cutting reality, alit
Eclipses are just another sight
From the way you chose to run from it
.
Delusions are refusions
And naïveté replete
With the promise of illusions
That pulls rugs from under feet
.
A straight oar looks bent in water
Stars falsely twinkle through the air
You think you can mold a son or daughter
To remain with you, but won't be there
About the Creator
Gerard DiLeo
Retired, not tired. Hippocampus, behave!
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My substrack at https://substack.com/@drdileo
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