A Hidden World

Is there a province or state of mind
Or realm of contemplation
A world of light
A world of meaning
A world of explanation

We are a planet of consumption....
As infants we consume our mothers
And growing older we consume the world
As husbands we consume our wives
As wives we consume ourselves

We do not know what we are doing
Not that we have not been taught
But somehow we do lack the knowing
Of the vision of our plot

© Harley

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