None Of This Is As You Believe

It may be free.
And from your perception,
Even simple.
But none of this is as you believe.

There is a quality that deepens,
Each time you take to reach.
Each time there is a grasp of it,
You think is yours to keep...
Changes comes to stir,
What you had considered...
Already once occured.

It may be free.
And from your perception,
Even simple.
But none of this is as you believe.
Since you may find your comfort,
Surfing on the surface.
And much further below...
Is where this 'thing' breathes!
With a breeding that goes on undetected.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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