Perchance In Dreams
no hocus pocus
reality feels bogus
dreams zap our focus
abstract besets real locus
if for love then who woke us
chosen now woken
open sesame spoken
deepest thought broken
wilderness needs a token
perhaps heaven’s unbroken
cosmic hey presto
one very hot potato
slipped past dear plato
consciousness found ratio
fulcrums master, builds nato
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By David Kavanagh
Howmanysyllables 5/7/5/7/7 x 3
03/07/2022
Copyright © David Kavanagh | Year Posted 2022
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