Here is the world
We cannot longer recognise
Our perceived realities shaken
Many dreams fragmented,
The delusion of hope that once was
Was, were, been, become
A limbo of words
A field of absent meanings
We built dreams
We captured moments
We were delightfully ingenious
Holding onto the mundane
The sweet shallowness of permanence
A counterfeit existence
We lost our world
Only to encounter a new one
May we always cherish, preserve and treasure
The present moment
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