Illusion (For Plato and Hume)
I thought it was a solid world
Teacher said there were three more
States, something I could depend upon
The solid mass seemed sure
Been through water breaking waves
Fallen from a tree in liquid air
Of faith, saw stars as glistening thrones
Just bright balloons inflamed with heat
And yet a locked door kept me out
My solid reason through it found no pass
And being bumped I bruised skin
And knee to recover some key belief
To be sure there was no space to find
In solid wall, or palpable sense insecure
Each truth bent the thread of probing mind
Though vision through a glass could pass
I chose for sight, to probe the glass
Hard diamond with needle thread of star
Held that transparent stone as if would melt
Yielding no more reflection to the eye
You should have seen my treasure in the sun
Upon my skin it dripped its light
A rainbow paradigm of my illusion
The light within its core becoming milk
Is light not space time composed alike
With suckled breast, and love's sweet glow
Yet now behold it penetrates the glassy stone
Sperming heat into crevices of joy
Nothing here trustworthy counsels the eyes
Only illusion speckles our fabled dust
Automatons cocooned in wings of lies
All beliefs ripple from the ocean of lust
The atom is only holes, you know, the nucleus
A numbers game, we count so ignorance multiplies
And fail in the pond of our fallen trust
Threshing, threshing violently through liquid night.
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