Visions of not

Nothing is what we see

A mirror of nonexistence

We live in painted clouds of illusion

A bent line is the shortest distance

Vibrations sing to the deaf

Twisted lines weave the purest mind

Obeying a crime

Darkness lights the way of the blind

Mother's words stand out

the wind engraved

dancing the tango in a funnel spout

All laws broken emancipating man enslaved

Reviews

[Betty Hermelee]

you speak of non-existence... so when we look in the mirror we see nothing?...we are just an illusion of ourselves? this is science fiction...maybe the hope of the future where there are no laws.... the enslaved are free....there is no light...nor music...I think this is very inventive and powerful, but I'm missing something....so there are no visions...no point in living??? yet there is a mother....HELP!
Warmly, B

[Soren]

Thank you Betty for the read and comment. The key is in the first and last lines. Yes in this world reality can never be known and only by knowing this can one break the chains that enslave us.

[Betty Hermelee]

I appreciate your explanation!
Warmly, B

[Thomas W Case]

You paint this scene well and make it come alive.

[Soren]

Thank you Thomas your comments are valued