Reality.

Non-reality.

Beyond.

Within.

Dissonance.

Fuzzy.

 

I once thought

it was true.

I really did.

 

There was certainty there,

but also control.

 

I believed.

I did.

 

Till the force of doubt

moved in me like an

brooding elixir of fate.

 

I now stand with Camus.

I really do.

 

And the distance is fuzzy,

for I have taken off the lenses,

and I see for myself

what was always plain.

 

Nothing awaits,

nothing but

what I make.

 

9/4/2024