Reality
Reality can be unclear-
behind a wall, things disappear;
in dreams, our past may reappear-
so real- creating joy or fear.
We can share faces on our phone;
their smiles infer we're not alone.
They move and talk- familiar tone;
like magic- over wireless, shown.
To be, we need to be perceived-
by that, we are confirmed, believed.
But, when alone, is it conceived
our viewed existence is deceived?
Our senses shape sight's clarity-
depends on how we choose to see.
Must rise above reality-
make sense of it suspiciously.
June 17, 2020
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Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2020
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