The Place of Delusion In a World of Fact
Life is small
and simple. Even
The years shrink.
The man knows
that his anomie
comes from the truth.
The world is a
blank on which
many impose comfort.
The truth of the blankness
sometimes leaks through.
That leakage
is the disease
which shuts down
the machinery of joy.
The man knows how
the delusion of self importance
is so much
better than the truth.
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