Illusions

The world is large, obscure, complex,
But we are very small,
And what we often think we’ve seen
Was never there at all.

So wrapped up in our feelings, we
Give meaning and assent
To idols and fatuities
That were deceptive meant.

We have to know we can be fooled,
Not always trust our eyes:
For many things we know for sure
Were never more

Than lies

Author: Owen Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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