Turmoil
Where there's turmoil,
I have withdrawn.
Turned away,
Shaken my sandals.
Choice is what I gave man,
Choice of life to the fullest
And choice of a wasteland.
Choice of being in my garden,
Obedience.
Choice of aimless wondering,
Clueless.
Reason , the enemy calls it reason.
Glitter ball, illusion
That man is as big as me.
Deflated, loud crash-landing.
Reality, reason is not of me,
For I am bigger,
Bigger than mountains.
My reality moves mountains.
Sylvie Croslard

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