Glass Door At The Entrance Poem by Joan Xie

The process of fooling starts like this:

It pretends to be a void, an utter non-existence
or an intrinsic part of something, such as
an element of the sky, a shadow of clouds.

If this doesn't work, it changes its method
by displaying
the colorful intestines
and a lucrative statue.

It makes you think that you could
reach those displayed inside effortlessly

until
you hit your forehead so hard
to prove its existence.