A menu of distinct alternatives
Means of concealing the startling truth
Despite the many sweet superlatives
There is a void behind the mask, forsooth
Most will assume that, behind every role
There is an actor, solid and quite real
But just because there is a remote goal
That does not mean a seeker, full of zeal
Exists at all; some fleeting energy
Assumes a form and says and thinks and does
When all is said and thought and done, it’s free
Behind the mask, it could be, no one was
We assume that an essence lurks behind
Perhaps it is a figment of the mind
About the Creator
D. J. Reddall
I write because my time is limited and my imagination is not.
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By Angie the Archivist 📚🪶5 days ago in Petlife
Comments (4)
This had my mind spinning (in a good way)! Great though-provoking sonnet, D.J.!
We want to believe that thought lies behind actions, and not just rapacious appetites. Great job!
Wonderful ♦️♦️♦️♦️
Oooo, this was so deep. I freaking loved it!