Spaghetti on the Line

©March 18th 2021

I'm one to think life has no beginning or end,

As our perception of reality is all a construct

Of the mind, even the brain is a hypothesis

Of a concept lost in an irregularity hallucinating.

I meet your paradigm (who knows if we have

The same delusion or not), online or in person,

And we touch in some manner in seeable

Conclusions that are fabricated, perhaps, a

Universal Sims playing out the act, or the

Director says, "Okay, let's start from the

Beginning," and the shadows on the wall of the

Cave reset, but the watcher is never the wiser.

Illusions hidden in trickeries, hidden in a delusion

Of a collective thought thinking aloud, "Boil

The stew, hang spaghetti on the clothesline."