Reality and uncle Neville
always seem to disagree.
I guess he can't see the
tree for the tree.
To him,Truth's a transparency
that he cannot see beyond.
He must stay faultlessly opaque.
To the material certainty,
of which he's so fond.
Reality and uncle Neville
always seem to disagree.
I guess he can't see the
you for the he.
The only things that
are real to him,
are those that can be held,
but not felt.
Each alternative truth
is a tree to be felled.
Jan 22, 2017
Jan 22, 2017 at 12:02 AM UTC
Reality and uncle Neville
always seem to disagree.
I guess he can't see the
tree for the tree.
To him,Truth's a transparency
that he cannot see beyond.
He must stay faultlessly opaque.
To the material certainty,
of which he's so fond.
Reality and uncle Neville
always seem to disagree.
I guess he can't see the
you for the he.
The only things that
are real to him,
are those that can be held,
but not felt.
Each alternative truth
is a tree to be felled.
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