Rind of Reality

Nothing is as it seems
Our eyes can see but the
Rind of reality
As mottled by moonbeams
This surface which you see
Is but the crust of me

While the real is what the
Eye may never discern
One must look deep to learn
Things are but as in dreams

Which is not to say they do not exist
Indeed they exist in multiple forms
But only to say that one can resist
The dullness which would dominate our days
Trying to conform to commonday norms
Like those who see things as they seem always

+Steven Curtis Lance



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