Imagination spawns the doting hoax
ready to match desires bespoke
from the weave of rapt desires
disconnected from the now
seen in mirrors of the self
awareness spawn by experience
don't ask the gods for wisdom's boon
to move beyond knowing's doom
still the seamstress must persist
with harlequins as consequence
mocking truth with blind intent
to see the world without sight
these revelations of personhood
dressed up with no place to go
when expectations fail to view
the reality perceived by you.
© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved.20191104.
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I would like to translate this poem
A we composed perceptive poem.......10+++