You think you know—
that’s just reaping what you sow.
Perception pulling on experience
and calling it truth.
Multi-faceted faces and
lenses, societal psychosis.
Moons and memories refract
in the river’s cataract.
A crooked finger pointing
at the reflection, pontificating.
Experience—that and this—
outside analysis.
Kick up your feet
with your neighbour,
meet and eat.
For you and me,
and us and them,
—all there is,
is to be.
