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Vagabonds of a Different Vintage
I can close my eyes to Maya, in exchange
For the change, in exchange for the strange.
We are constructs of consciousness, beneath
Nameless tomes of atoms. I unsheathe
The sword of the intellect, severing the connect
Between the connectivity of the scene
Seen from a cloud – loud with silence, serene/
Supreme, hitching a ride on a moon
* * *
Beam:
* * *
Believed into being/seen into seeing
where
nothing
is
as it
seems.
For the change, in exchange for the strange.
We are constructs of consciousness, beneath
Nameless tomes of atoms. I unsheathe
The sword of the intellect, severing the connect
Between the connectivity of the scene
Seen from a cloud – loud with silence, serene/
Supreme, hitching a ride on a moon
* * *
Beam:
* * *
Believed into being/seen into seeing
where
nothing
is
as it
seems.
Published 30th May 2023
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