Jeanette Pope Hailsham (Pittsburg, Pennsylvania, USA)
Often times I've wondered
if a mere understanding of my surroundings
would enhance my ability to comprehend
the irony of reality.
I have never been able to complete this thought.
my mind appears to be preoccupied with curiosities
which I fail to realize at that particular time
it can be seen through observation
that no matter how difficult a situation may be to understand
regardless of its circumstances
It would seem then
that reality is nothing more
than a reflection
of that which it is.
Consider if you will
the idea of thinking
stimulated only by the thought itself.
that which the mind can see
cannot be felt simply
by a touch of the flesh.
that which cannot be heard
cannot be disputed verbally
that which is neither seen nor heard
can only be questioned
I am sure
creates its own doubt.
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