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accepting fallacies in this world

i know it is not

a game

but you think

i play

to greet the

day

because of

the sunray

we all hope

that there

would be

no pain

but like love lost,

disease, unease/

discomfort, and lies

there is still rain

when consciousness

is trans-subjective

and culture is

what we have

like abstract theory

we assume to

take things we

could not/never have

and so we glean

from the mind alone

like subject-object relations

we love to own

to think and dive 

waking up to this

massive psychological,

psychophysical, psychical

ocean of untruth

to think that we're alive

but just as we get hurt,

our mere selves, self-inflicted

by an illogical monstrosity

we learn how to uproot

—ourselves, in the realm

of meaning

experiencing lucid dreaming,

i've accepted fallacies

not knowing I'm slumbering

still unto an earthly body, is to death

(and living)

fascinated by what  love

truly is