False Earth
P Patti Masterman
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Where all our words intersect-
There is a moon enlightening shadows,
And abstraction as reality's underpinnings,
Where we walk covered in gladness.
Where all the thinking words end,
There’s a brick wall that’s hiding the sun-
And a detour leading nowhere-
Where the false earth comes undone.
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