the world that is real
closes in
and closes down
upon me

the world that I believe
the is that I know
what I believe
surrenders to it
and can survive it not

have I not been told
one thousand times
it is not mine which is the real
and yet…

what I know
will not go away
to this convenient
this easy
other

but it is in this world
where goes on this ceaseless battle
between these two
and in the end
it can be not both

this other
would close in
and close down
upon me

no

between some reality of which I hear it spoken
and the world of which I know
I cannot but believe reality I see
I cannot but make it out
to be this that is

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