Ever On: The Illusion Is Woven Poem by Derek R. Audette

Ever On: The Illusion Is Woven



And so the world continues to spin,
and events cascade across the semi-present
awareness of man,
just as they always do.
Nothing new,
nothing changed,
nothing different.
The styles are altered,
but the substance remains banausic.
And as my eyes behold the cycle of
the days
for the twelve-thousandth time,
a truth rings in my mind with a
blasphemous,
infernal, banality:

There is nothing more devastating
than a longing for ignorance.

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Hull, Quebec, Canada
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