Charade

While the collective mind mimes an idealised image
of reflected existence, a mystical mirage,
extrapolated, of an oasis of intelligence, -
control of one’s own destiny, freedom, independence, -
amidst an arid desert where reflection is precisely
the simple quality everywhere most lacking, -
a charade in which all connive, all give their backing, -
it thus retains some slender grasp upon its sanity.

poem by Jonathan Robin
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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