Are we all fake for heavens sake,
Or lost in a haze with brains full of haze.
Betrothed is the earth, life and the air,
Contemptous longing and a desirable stare,
Will not lift the clouds through this steeple like roof.
But will put all the blinded to move.
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RSM (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: March 19th, 2025 10:50
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A bite cryptic this poem speaks to falseness and our inability to see it. Nicely worded
Thanks. I wrote it live on a whim and didn't proofread i guess bc the the the first haze was meant to be maze. Lol
How we have become to blind to distinguish fake or real anymore, not enough people question when they should, enjoyed the read
I used to think I could spot a fake a mile off .. but today is more frightening than yesterday ever was .. and there are those who have turned falsehood & lies into both an art and a science .. and sadly the most adept at these things are those who hold high office .. and let's not even go near AI .. anyway, rant over, I get where you are coming from & enjoyed my all too brief visit here today .. Neville
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