Awake (Wednesday morning poetry)

Awake

Awake:

Perchance to not dream.

What if what appears is

An illusion created?

Fear molded complicity

Fables taught as facts

Perceptions as reality

All lies.

Waking up to dream:

As, what is appearance,

Creation of false reality,

Sparks the light inside

Emerging to awaken the flame

Of our collective consciousness

And set our souls on fire.

@2012 Jennie Olson Six

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