the grand illusion
I reach to touch a leaf
just as it separates from the tree
our association drifting apart
before it even begins
what seems like millions
upon millions accumulating
is nothing but a conceptual pile
looking to be jumped upon
the eventual scattering
and complete disappearance
is nothing but a grand illusion
graciously repeating
june two thousand twenty
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