Poem #3645B

“Relative truth says a lot and means very little.

Absolute truth says nothing at all.” VCTR

It seems to be this way….

how does it look to the others?

Every which way.

Words form patterns on a screen,

patterns in the mind.

One thing we know for sure:

people do hallucinate.

A time of uncertainty, 

when everyone knows they’re right.

There is no objective correlative;

the best we can do is finger-paint

rainbows.

Hang on to your thoughts 

and they hang on to you; 

you’re hung on them.

Living dead suicided

by grasping for a golden ring.

Better to camp by the river

where food and water are plentiful.