Real

poem by: John Prophet
Written on Oct 19, 2023 

Real.
What’s
real?
Beliefs.
Truth,
a fungible
thing.
Who’s
asking?
Creation
through
primate
eyes,
senses.
Limited
perspective.
Small
capacity.
Five senses.
Terrarium
views.
Truth
in a
narrow
slice.
Sliver
of the
whole.
Creations
scope
beyond
Sapiens
understanding.
Groping
in the
dark.
Babbling
nonsense.
Chatting
gibberish.
Truth,
primate
truth
a mere
suggestion
of greater
understanding.
Shadows.
Breaking
through.
Next
level
intelligence
arrives.
Greater
truths
in the
balance,
to be
known.

 

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