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78 lines
1.7 KiB
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title: Illusions
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author: AlpaViraam
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tags: poetry, english
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published: August 27, 2022
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---
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* 1
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#+begin_verse
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The thought strata collapses on its own,
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Like a tower of cards falling apart,
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Except that the wind is absent,
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Or so it seems.
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The aesthetics are purely an illusion,
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Lost in the pursuit of objectivity,
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Gliding through the wishful sky,
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Wishing for what one is not.
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The tears are flown into a river,
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But the cause is left unknown,
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Unknown to whom is not a question,
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But just a yearned illusion.
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The innards were spoiled long ago,
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Or maybe even moved to another dimension,
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Or maybe just another illusion,
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Or maybe a result of believing in one.
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#+end_verse
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#+begin_export html
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#+end_export
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* 2
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#+begin_verse
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The tower that once existed was tall,
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But now that same one is not,
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Or maybe it was never,
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But it was still magnificent,
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This is what the the self desires,
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What was then an ugly monument,
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Now is all glitters,
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But all glitters can be gold,
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For the observer is the sole god.
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The desire to rebuild it is present,
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Absent is the reasoning,
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The longing for the identity is present,
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Absent are the amends,
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Demolishing and building towers is not complicated,
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But breaking the cycle is hard,
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Maybe the tower was never needed at all,
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Present is already a synagogue.
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#+end_verse
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* 3
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#+begin_verse
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The meaning once existed,
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Or was it another illusion of it,
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The absense is excruciating,
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Although the truth is now known,
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The longing for one is still inevitable.
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The taste is absent,
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And so is the thrill,
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Return the goal that once existed,
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For without it I am no one,
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The reality is what I make.
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Fearing being a no one,
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Fearing being an outcast,
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It all makes no sense,
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Who is this no-one,
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Meaning was always a farce,
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Identity was the desire all along.
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#+end_verse
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