Doppler Vision, A Compounded Riddle
Dreams, do we imagine!?
or imagined for us?~ not really ours
man’s daily/nightly flighty escapes –
perhaps mystically inspired? Projections of a
superior curtain-wizard: His/its contrived illusions,
erudite brothers propose, the mind
a carnival trickster -- a phenomenal liar: such illumination
just mental, painted flame, no spark of true spiritual fire,
myself least fond of, the notion before the thinker...
the drink making thirsty the drinker --
like the egg and the chicken, the shell or the cluck
prayer answered or declined
and not a smidgen of exciting, wagering blind-luck --
Copyright © Joe Dimino | Year Posted 2024
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