Tuesday, August 24, 2004

It's fantastic how illusions rise:
our eyes create perfection,
confections of our sleeping dreams,
the schemes of our desires.
Innocently hopes unfold,
made bold by misconception,
perceptions of how things should be,
pleasantries conspired.
Higher than reality
we place these fabrications
of expectation, feeding hearts
this artful complication.

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