Another reprised poem from the past year of this blog

Reality an Idea

Humans have
The gift of words
To express and inform
What’s real
And what’s not

Make us soar
Or cry and deplore
Set us up
For the big fail
Unquestioningly
Consumed as real

They express ideas
Symbols physical
Mental audible
Thoughts individual
Cultural universal
Swimming in
Graymatter domes
Can be changed
At whim and will
The cryptic tomes
Of Reality

–LE