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A Wilderness of Mirrors
the puddles of a storm
in a wilderness of lies
~ I wonder, did cavemen
ever see themselves as
you or I can...
stumbling upon a still pond,
a prehistoric boudoir where
reflections are someone they've
never met
like puppies perplexed by
their own images?
is the image real, is it
friend/foe/truth/or deception?
a bear in the wilderness
destroys its own reflection
while we're lured by treachery
trusting the image of charlatans
polished by learned ignorance
~ in an epiphany of deceit...
Copyright ©
Craig Cornish
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