Reality Poem by Leonard Ninwie

Emissaries of the mind report a tree as a forest
With our mirrored minds pooling mirages of absolutes
Desecrating a sober of infinity to rotations and revolutions
Of a busy meteor in the gargantuan galaxy with our
Knowledge vast as the sea with understanding like rain drops

Everything exist knowing little that nothing exist
Limited like the sense of darkness to appreciate light
Without lies, we know no such as truth? Because to us
Nothing is the same yet everything is the same

With life sweating fear in death's pity on a stage
Where life and light play heroes with death the dark villain
We sit like a speck of dust in the theatre of space
Limited in dimensions to see beyond our eminent noses
And in our impunity of oblivion we play God.