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     Magik Feather Poetry


To see is to believe,
to perceive is to see what is believed,
to believe what we perceive is to see part of the veil of reality,

Yet...perception is the wind that constantly changes direction,
like the great sea...ebbing and flowing tides held in a magnetic grip within the cycles of the moon,

Reality sometimes lifts her enigmatic veil to show us wondrous insights into moments of energetic mental observance,

Then...like the passing of a ghost ship on a dark and lonely night...she fades from our perception,

Reference points now forgotten...or redundant...as another one comes into focus.

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                                    The Veil of reality