adventures in dysthymia

Sunday, June 19, 2011

Fragment

When all is illusion,
all becomes real,
the universe glimpsed
in the infinite shards
of a fractured mirror.

Once God held it, whole,
before his face and threw
it down, saying 'Look.
Here is the truth you seek.
Find yourself here.'

I have picked up a piece
and kept it by my heart,
believing in the truth
and in the illusions
I saw reflected.

Stephen Brooke ©2011

This kind of came to me all in a rush this morning so it's naturally on the rough side.

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