Reality Lies

on September 1 | in Poems | by | with 2 Comments

Reality lies

inside that which is imagined.

Like those nested dolls from Sweden

bright painted eyes and red enamel frock

each like the other in a concentric spiral of smallness.


Outside, the Truth, unpainted

but by the mind,

extends unreaching



forgetting we are dust.


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2 Responses to Reality Lies

  1. It’s interesting, these images, and what it made me think about was that to all the small dolls (except for the outer one) all is darkness.

  2. stacy barton says:

    hmmm, shawn. and to those nested dolls, their darkness is their reality…but it lies (speaks untruth) in its incompleteness. for me i find the balance of reality lies (is found in) in things unseen.

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