Is My World An Illusion?

I Write To Appease
The Creative Hunger
Raging In My Soul

Is My World An Illusion?

I see now.            Fewer illusions of inclusion,
ethnic equality, and love in societies. The same speaks

to gender, gender identity and gender fluidity.
From where comes fresh air?      Who sanitizes the sea

and un-salts the oceans?               How might I un-clutter byways
leading to and back again?                            Every lie is stained

with stinky breath. There’s nothing
sweet about it.   Why is there no collage encapsulating

the rich diversity of love?

My vision has never been 20/20. Now cataracts have come
—obscuring obscenity.   Is my world an illusion?

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