we find ourselves moving from one
to another like a pinball machine
boots the metallic ball from one side
to the other without effort or bias;
buried in the sands of misunderstandings
we find ourselves believing that one
truth is as good as another truth and
only hope separates us from animals
in a world of finite opportunities;
blinded by the light of awareness
we trudge around like drones and
without thinking perceive our lives
to be harmonious and congruent with
all we have been led to believe.
4 August 2020
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