Ben Paynter - Plato

we do not see it
we see images
of it played out
puppet shows
on cave walls

there are trees
growing through cracks
brick walls
being built through houses
words searching
for words in my dry mouth

perception
is nothing
love
is nothing
more than this
hand on yours
is nothing less
than two planets
colliding

Ben Paynter

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