It came to be
not suddenly
but oh so slowly
that no one noticed
life constructed
inside round heads
filled with cycles
as hands moved
around
on digital clocks
disguised
yet known
to be unreal
and eyes closed
and light switches
flicked
out there
sight unseen
stars moved
around the night sky
we slept
dreaming dreams
that meandered
like long country roads
in sunshine
and shade
beneath
tall oak trees
beside river runs
and beyond
grass green hills
soon to dissolve
as day breaks again
eyes open
lost
in the cycles
of the
make
believe
world.
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Truth (with a capital "T") is the elephant, and humanity the blind touching, sniffing, tasting, listening to this big "T" and of course we all rhapsodize a different tale (or tail?), yet in the end the big "T" is still the big "T" and all our various tales describe a tiny bit of that reality, the elephant.
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