Tuesday, February 18, 2025

A WILLING SUSPENSION OF DISBELIEF

The whitest lies 
are whispered 
by the most complex systems—

like the dreamer 
who dreams, and then 
invades his dream, insisting 

that nothing exists 
unless it's being witnessed. 

Our senses say 
we're nothing 

but brief, diffuse clouds 
of temperature and pressure, 

but we don't 
have to listen to these 
wild allegations. 

After all, time 
can't be fundamental, 

for one, it's too pervasive. 
For another, it's far 
too easily killed. 

For a third, 
what we tend to mean by 
"I'm doing really well" 

is just that we've been 
staying hungry 
for heaven 

but only 
the smallest bit
lonely for hell.