poetry critical

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Random Poem:

From the Ashes of Descarte

I once viewed the world in comfort with my
realities though, I can no longer
blindly take refuge in them; now aware
there remains no sustainable thesis,
no gospel that I can safely  build on--
my initial beliefs fatally flawed.
A crumbling foundation unable to
support concepts I once perceived as truth,
burdened with prior notions of a world
out there, existing in separation
from my inner being--my true essence;
undone by the zen like world of quantum.
A new apprehension emerging from
the ashes of Descartes, who thought he was
and, from his Cartesian view--therefore was.
Though between mirage and reality--
like the desert traveler with cupped hands;
yielding only hot, undrinkable sand--
lies the illusion of the magician's
sleight of hand; things not always as they seem.
While the quark and lepton dance hand in hand
to the cosmic beat of uncertainty;
common sense contradictions the new rule.
My world transformed--new realities born
as I gaze skyward, now able to see--
the moon and the stars are a part of me.

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