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.