It starts off as but a thought
a surprised muse at something especial
a tiny but potent flicker of amazement
on realizing beauty in something seemingly inconsequential;
a feeling so sublime
you want to hang on to it forever
you think about it again and again-
all the time with increasing fervour.
Compelled to understand it all,
your ears and eyes, wider open,
clamouring, to taste the euphoria
of sweet realization- unbroken.
The All Knowing sees a chance to mess
with a mind made unstable with passion
Throws about signs and signals
and eggs you to lunacy, in a fashion.
And then, too late you realize
that it was all just an illusion,
that subtly pleasing confusion
in wretched reality, cannot survive.
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