SO IT SEEMS

My dog’s world is immediate, hard-edged,
Completely physical and sensory;
Whereas so much of mine is just alleged,
A function of imagined fantasy.

Each human being lives not in the world
So much as in a fanciful worldview
In which contrived scenarios lie furled
And whence the dramas of our lives ensue.

The more we craft and shape the vivid dreams
We live by with inspired artistry,
The more we gain the mastery of the memes
That constitute supposed reality.

The world my dog sees scintillates and gleams;
Mine’s mediated by a scrim of seems.

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