perception is reality
by Francine DuBois

he is forever expelling theories like rockets
projecting them up to the sky
with a fiery propulsion of temporary brilliance
only to drop names like ash until
it eventually disappears in a vast blueness
and he has already lit the fuse under another one

and i stand a safe distance away
afraid of the loud noises
not wanting to get hit by the shrapnel
of discarded ideas

i sympathize with the cowering puppy under the deck
who, like me, desperately just wants to eat

 

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