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Dec 2024
The man said nothing is real

While making a sweeping gesture with his right hand
It's a simulation he says, all of it, nothing is real

I remember singing row row row your boat
Reminding me to be happy, because live is a dream

Again the man states while gesturing, nothing is real
Strawberry Fields, nothing is real, nothing to get hung-up about

The Hindu call it Maya, all an illusion, nothing is real

Science gods working toward virtual reality
Where we can't tell simulation from life, nothing is real
Irving MacPherson
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Irving MacPherson  M/New Scotland
(M/New Scotland)   
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