I stand under above with pleasures
Of this life world existence. They are free
In the sense no currency money
Is exchanged. Currency is much more
Than legal tender. Something must
Be lost in order for something another thing
To be gained. Time is not money;
Time Freedom is exchanged for money.
A reality traded for an illusion.
How foolish you I we are to accept
This as solid Truth. We bet our Bibles
And Torahs and Korans on this absolute
That is anything but. I am tempted–
An Eve in Eden–and cautiously bite
The apple fruit knowledge. My eyes see view
What I have done–revealing the simplified
Horror that is the beauty of the Universe–
And I cry weep. Not for nothing.
A. J. Hayes
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