Ballerinas of Deception: Chimaera of Deceit
(Series: Cannabis and Creative Cognition (sub-set: Tropicali- See Leafly.com))
Flittering, always random motion,
but you sense
a guiding,
a forecasting,
a constant
of unity.
It would be easy,
if seeking verity and variety
were simply buttons
on our I-have-just-opted-out
remotes.
But no.
Things just seep in,
flashing and whispering
in eleven dimensions:
not just straightforward.
Ever.
And the interaction,
the incessant interplay
of individual realities
clashing
against the familiar.
Familiar? Is not familiar
simply a dream
that doesn’t hurt?
And wait...
over there in the corner:
a shiny promise
of intellectual rewards,
and the present is abandoned
to the moan of the different,
or the thought of
the real.
