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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