Driving
through the countryside
deciding
everything is not what it appears to be
may get you far
enough to see a wider panoply
of streaks and
jots and jagged shocks
and blots of the
implausible disguises of Reality,
but may I
here incline my head to thine
and share a
plausible solution to this bind?
Observations I
have made suggest that while
there’s
neither light nor shade nor underneath,
above nor up nor
down nor forward nor behind –
in
shimmeringly undermining fact,
a Mind is at the root, and has your back –
which you
will never know because
you cannot know
yourself. (Oh dear. Perhaps
we should have left this secret on the shelf.).
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