Conflict of Illusion

rattled
by a foreign reflection
eyes cannot define

denied the proof
which gathers
as the dust
lain underfoot

looming
amid desert winds
as though to say farewell

were latent scars
adorning lost submission

presaging
what madmen know
and lovers soon forget

the highest stakes await
taken for granted

reverie
a fool depicts
as visions of what truths may be

fostering this conflict
of illusion