Paradise In A Lost World

The lost world is us;

lost in plain view.

Paradise is see-through of

entrenched transparency:

obdurate expediency of

mindsliding into materialistic

nonsense of glittering rubble,

solipsistic merry-go-round

carnival fascination with one's

distorted reflection in the Fun

House mirror.

No!  Step outside and breathe

transparent air, smell fresh 

flowers and dog poop... 

see what's really there.

There is only paradise here

and now...everywhere is here,

the macro in the micro,

depth and vastness in a drop

of water, a grain of sand...how 

wide can you open your eyes

to the real virtual reality?

How long  can you hold off

what's true?