Reality sandwich

When I am Faulted for Kookiness

When I am faulted for kookiness

I ask how many dimensions there are

Some say three and some say four

To each one I say there’s more

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When I feel sad and well ignored

I realize I ‘m doing fine

I don’t pay it any mind

There are better fish to fry

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Our truth is what I’m living for

It is finally opaque

But it helps keep me alive

And on better days to thrive