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Sly Reality

by Robin Helweg-Larsen

Sometimes a parent, dying far away,
Says goodbye in a dream; or a child in harm
Causes the distant mother sharp alarm;
Or a crow caws of death, sensing decay.

Tots babble of imaginary friends,
And some prove real, strangers to all concerned,
Long dead. But the experience is spurned,
And soon the child forgets, the memory ends.

No alternate world, Narnia, Looking-Glass;
These are events, though rare, we all have had
If honest with ourselves. Not good or bad.

Entanglement hints who’s in your karass,
Doing God’s unknown work, Vonnegut reckons.
Some sly reality peeks through and beckons.

Copyright © 2018 by Robin Helweg-Larsen

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