House Of Mirrors


What if “self”
And “other”
Are no more
Than preprogrammed

And where
Is this pasture
Within which
Less than contentedly
We graze?

And who believes
They conjure
These constructs?
And who
Did the programming?

Don’t recall
Or church
Ever covering
Such trivia.

About Ben Naga

The Spirit that graces me with its passing has no name and stems not from thoughts and words, though it gathers them up as it flows, but from feeling.

Posted on February 7, 2020, in Poetry and tagged , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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