Indirect Realism

You aren’t reading this poem.

You are just a Solipsistic

Little brain in a jar.

Is this even a poem?

Or is this just a marred illusion

From some veil of perception?

Or some greater deception-

An evil demon?

If there are evil demons in my head

And in my eyes

Get them out

So we can once again see

Properly because

How can there be love in

A blind, fractured world?

How can god see us if our

Blindness is a product of his image?

Is this even a poem?

There’s no flow to its phloem

And it hardly rhymes…

Screw evil demons.

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