Perception

the ocean does not feel

rain
and the sun knows nothing of
heat
a dissected teardrop will not delineate
sadness
nor a broken bone
pain

of the extraordinary, miracles have no

cognizance
of order, this galaxy is
innocent

the reality of our experience never experiences

itself

inside our private spheres of utter

sorrow
there is only being
not judgment
not blame
nor bliss

and we are all followers of the demon of

perception
who knows naught of
reason