The Caricature
Sun overhead
Our shadow is small
Heart heavy as lead
Back against a wall
Consciousness contracted
By believing that the caricature
Is us, magnificence subtracted
Crestfallen at our fallen stature
Within the bubble of illusion
We take to be reality
Sleep walking in delusion
We are our own casualty
Observing our coordinates
From a centred stance
As duality oscillates
We see our schizophrenic dance
In stillness
02-November-2020
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