Saturday, April 11, 2015

The Thing About Reality

The thing about reality is that it’s not a word.
So what’s a word? It’s an imaginary bird
that flits into a flock of other its, whose pincers
and whose wings evince a mesmerizing zing
and sheen which for a moment makes you
think you’ve caught the gleam you’ve sought.
But that’s just existential geniality. Not reality.


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