maestros of illusion

maestros of illusion
diaramas from the train
emerging from the cave
images play upon my brain

out into the darkened woods
trees sway in night’s soft breeze
are the maestros’ hands conducting
still doing as they please

reality seems no realer
than the images of the dealer
the hand we’re dealt
and what we’d felt
as lush and real as this
what ignorance gave this bliss

maestros of illusion
tendrils in my brain remain
from their grasp i shan’t be free
by their sight tinged all i see

About Brad Werner

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