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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.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2013




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