The Matrix
Goaded and harassed in the factory
That tears our life
up into bits of days
Ticked off upon a
clock which never stays,
Shredding our portion of Eternity,
We break away at last, and steal the key
Which hides a world
empty of hours; ways
Of space unroll,
and Heaven overlays
The leafy, sun-lit earth of Fantasy.
Beyond the ilex
shadow glares the sun,
Scorching against
the blue flame of the sky.
Brown lily-pads lie heavy and supine
Within a granite
basin, under one
The bronze-gold
glimmer of a carp; and I
Reach out my hand and pluck a nectarine.
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