REALITY

Beyond the horizon, far away,
Eyes screwed up against the harsh ray.
I stare with the hope of sighting
Reality in its glowing, shining
Attire.
I know its there somewhere
Languishing in destitution.

Ah, me! Reality is all I ask-
Stark, cruel, blatent, anything
But please, discard the mask.
The sea of faces around
Means nothing,
Masked with the same mask, they abound
Like maggots upon dead flesh, they infect
The world.

Every sunset, I search
With the naïve belief that it must lurk
Somewhere beyond the horizon-
The reality that must not reek
Of this world’s fallacies.

Then I see it,
Just after sunset, one clear ray
That must stay
To show me reality,
That which I must make.
Quick, and before day break.