Spaghetti on the Line
©March 18th 2021
I'm one to think life has no beginning or end,
As our perception of reality is all a construct
Of the mind, even the brain is a hypothesis
Of a concept lost in an irregularity hallucinating.
I meet your paradigm (who knows if we have
The same delusion or not), online or in person,
And we touch in some manner in seeable
Conclusions that are fabricated, perhaps, a
Universal Sims playing out the act, or the
Director says, "Okay, let's start from the
Beginning," and the shadows on the wall of the
Cave reset, but the watcher is never the wiser.
Illusions hidden in trickeries, hidden in a delusion
Of a collective thought thinking aloud, "Boil
The stew, hang spaghetti on the clothesline."
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