Are we lost?
Each one muddling along
What's the cost?
Division into disharmony
Each as a mote of dust
Riding their own truths
Why do we distrust?
Our own senses
Abstracted and discussed
Boiled down until they disappear
Truth ahead trying to adjust
Backwards facing steps
To this point at the thrust
Of now being still now.
Boggles me into nonplussed
As for me, true-real-real-true
Aligning the virtual mind that must
Be part of the whole
Created not to be unjust
just our best way to keep track
On our side and the fastest
Survival instrument....
©wrennie
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