It isn’t like living a lie, appalling as it
might seem to an outsider – but the
paradox exists in whose untruth it is
A shiny construct of gibbous intent is
as glorious as heaven even if it was
meant to be another’s secret dream
You’ve made room for me in a view
of paradise without paraphernalia of
concrete that is hard to resist –
So I don’t bewail whose truth this is
when we both see the same images
of innate harmony and content
© 7 July 2012, I. D. Carswell
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