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Illusion or Reality; Late at Night, You Know

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Illusion or Reality

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Do we know illusion

The things out of the corners

Of our eyes

I see my cat

From time to time

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But an actual illusion

Actual

Something we sense

That isn’t there

It might shape

For our senses

But really

Is a thinking

And misthinking

Of our minds

And hearts

Misallied

In the moment

Or maybe all the time

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Have we seen some things

That are not there

How does this match

With illusions

In our attitudes

Beliefs

And minds toward things

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The illusion is for fun

Mismanaging our thoughts

Is something else

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And now reality

Which is something

As it is

Material

No argument

About it

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The rock is real

Our eyesight

When it’s measured

The Earth is real

When we stand upon it

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Yet there’s the question

Real or illusive

Do we have the handle

Are we confident

With our machines

Even machine

Logic

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In a relativistic age

It’s hard

Sometimes

To tell

Though it’s our invention

For an age

To twist ourselves

Maybe by people

Who make money from it

Or harbor an illusion

(hah)

For power

An abstract

Made of will

Always another

Added to our own

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We could be superheroes

Cape or helmet

But then

That is illusion

For

Yes

Our entertainment

Though there is inspiration

Too

In these images

And faultless actions

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Hmm

A reason for illusion

To prop up

Even to help direct

Reality

Remove the versus

Then

Consider

Allied with

Even for fuller comprehension

Even for fuller life

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In the air

Through the barriers

Who is that

It’s us

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something for Friday

something pre-Hallowe’en

for when you are

we are

midnight persons

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and now

something about midnight

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Late at Night, You Know

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Midnight

It isn’t really midnight

Three o’clock is midnight

Which might be why

He had bad things happen

At 3:15

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Midnight for stories

Nonetheless

And a witching hour

Whose story we might not

Really know

What were the practices

Done in an hour

If that

Or more

Or longer

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Midnight and shadows

Where are the shadows

In the night

Well

With the moonlight

Or our

Artificial arrangements

Against total darkness

‘til the dawn

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So there are shadows

There are shapes as well

Of new dimensions

Taller

Without features

For a face

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Except we know that one is there

Something devilish

Autonomic

Human

Is there

And we shall know too late

If there’s identity

After the action

Or is stands there

A small tower

Over us

‘Til we have the fortitude

To move away

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Shall there be ghosts

And shall there be story

For us to set down

Until dawn

Or share from what we know

And what we don’t

For comfort

Or for titillation

Until dawn

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We should remain

Keep our souls inside

It might be just a story

Or a real thing

Inside

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C L Couch

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Photo by Nika Benedictova on Unsplash

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Magic Tricks

Magic Tricks

 

All the illusions that

Help us through the day

 

That looks all right

I have room for

That

I’ll have time later to

Get to that

A little bit of that will do

No harm

 

I have these

Maybe you have them, too

 

C L Couch

 

 

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Not a Trick

Not a Trick

Easter is a surprise, the
Rabbit out of the hat, one
Might wryly think

From where and when
Comes the trick-tradition
From Easter and the tomb,
I think, and Spring, generally,
In the land and from the
Time and place in which
Top Hats were popular

Something living retrieved
Out of nothing—something
Drawn out from the void

The rabbit is fecund (rabbits
Always are, aren’t they?),
The hat circular for the cycle
Of mortality, moving in
An immortal way

Hoping that, in coming ‘round,
One will pass the door to
Eternity, maybe to pause
There

Our magic with the rabbit
Is illusion—dedicated that
Way—but here’s what is
Real: the pure, created one
Has escaped the rounded
Maw of death, leaving (this
Time real) magic words working
As miracle

What is lifted now is living
Truth to behold

No applause needed or any
Desired, for this is grace

The cost of admission offered
Always, for all, a price to us
That’s free

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