11 juillet 2007


This one was made from an acrostic using the phrase "flipping switches". Then I "stirred", "added some ingredients", and got what we will call a poem. The "w" was too forced in the poem, but worked well for the title (imo). I may do another one later today, I think these will take some practise.

What is truth?

Self-hypnosis combats
heterogeneous thoughts.
Falsities and almost lies,
Pretending and performing,
nothing new really.
Trickery lends to equanimity and
the illusion is impressed
The happiness is
No longer glazed over, ignorant of cares,
but staid.
False is real.

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