Really Fake

A Poem by Davidgeo

eternally transient

so smart it's dumb
so well read
where it started. . . it can't remember
where it started. . . it does not matter

it's made for rocks
amongst the clouds

it's made for people
grouped alone together

and so blind it's clear

that to this thing. . .

all is born to live
lives to die
dies to change

and change is birth

because birth is change

but death is fake
and fake is real

(so begins an end)

© 2019 Davidgeo

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Lyanth

Interesting piece here, more food for thought. Almost like a riddle. Oddly cryptic but also understandable. At least to me.
My question then is, if fake is real, is real fake? Making the very fabric of reality consequently, false. Are we then standing on ground? Breathing air? Residing on a spherical mass of mineral and liquid spinning in circles in an endless expanse of continual nothingness....Are we alive?
If each end opens a new beginning is it really an end? Are we the beginning or, somewhere in the middle. If we are, not THE beginning, but A beginning, what did we end?
Nice write, I enjoyed it. However it is a bit early, so if none of this makes sense we'll blame residual sleep and call it a day.

Posted 4 Years Ago

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4 Years Ago

Shall we set out to change the world's perception?

4 Years Ago

That would probably be a very fruitful exercise. Dare I say, maybe even an objectively "good" thing.. read more

4 Years Ago

Indeed it would. :)

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DAH

Fake is a fabulous adjective to use anytime anywhere,
as it gathers attention and response.

And then there's this bit of dreamy expression:
"it's made for rocks
amongst the clouds"

This poem is filled with the wonder of thoughts and questions.

Bravo!
DAH