What if life was an illusion,
And everything that we saw was just a mirage,
The tree, the mountain, the rivers,
Never actually existed,
Which we thought were the very pillars of our mother earth.
Tag: poetry
Brighton Clock Tower, Redecorated, Poetry by Anna Tizard
I covered the clock tower with clocks and clicking watches
I did it for her.
Her mind is not unkind but she lives in space-place
outside of time.
It means she’s always late
which for we who wait is obviously
not great.
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