Original Poems

the illusion

we think we’re seeing permanence,
we think we know our way,
we use words to describe things, so
we think we’ve got cachet

but somewhere in shadow grows
a change that’s coming ruthless,
inside our world, this general store,
that we have stocked

with hubris

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