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[robertmousseau]

À la fin de l’un
Et-au debut de l’autre
Je questionne la réalité
Et la vérité des pensées.
Est-ce qu’il y a une problème??

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Three stanzas for Timothy Treadwell

Through solitude
He changes perceptions
While others shy away;
The product of a forgotten world
Unnoticed until it’s too late.

Mysterious and deceiving,
The monster is neglectful
Of the nuts and bolts
As they fall away,
Unnoticed until it’s too late.

Watch him
Topple knocking structures
With a paranoid dementia;
Total destruction with no remorse,
Unnoticed until it’s too late.

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simulated naturality
blurs the distinction
between truth and imagination,
clouding clear facts
while the real and the false
wage war in the streets.

its an age old battle
of abstract mechanisms
revealed for all the world to see.

we are marching
towards an inevitable end
in this fiction filled conflict of uncertainty.
what is real is becoming fake
and what is fake is becoming real:
question or die.