REALITY
You, of course aren’t you
You think I came to bemuse you
You are, then, quizzing who are you?
Look at the real you before you.
Like a lion’s reflection
In watery eyes of veneration
Of mice, plants: all generation
He thinks he earns by adoration.
Being pumped up with douceur
Sheathed with neckless garment
Inflatable head of laudits
As protruded balloon in the firmament.
You are an image of false being
A tide which lost routine to home
Painted by Dulcit Stevens
For fulfilment of one’s need.
Dub yoself if you worth it
Satiated you your mean to be?
Sole you know your entirety
How many derns you ditted to know?
Kill the dark statue inside you
Which belongs to the thought around you
Your pristine fiend within you
Once lost, then you found you
Unlock your noumenal reality
Act up diverse versatility
Turn up impeccable sanity
You’re of salient entity.
