Play the Illusion Jonathan Dowdle Play the illusion, that most conversations Aren’t marked between gambits And you will be liable to find You’ve already lost the game; Loose as truth, we build pyramids To our own ignorance, Take the frame as solid, Ignore the faults. In the art of disconnect I listen to dialtones silenced, like hearts, As the next step becomes Another wor(l)d That we close our eyes to, Possibility is nothing In the face of retaining The familiar. Who would you be if you gave up Your (dis)guises, unveiled For a moment, Just one honest moment The heart, outside All pomp and circumstance Jockeying for position In the self-conversation Played out through Reality’s field, min(e)d. No, play the illusion, Old hat/one trick Pony up the truth In fragments, Which are also Fractures, Don’t ask me to understand A thing Until you are open To understanding.
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