poems
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And
What is real
is simple but unacceptable.
What we imagine
is lovely but impermanent.
Impaired by fantasy,
humans disappoint.
Fueled by fantasy,
humans transcend.
Everything is and.
Even either/or is and.
I came expecting love
but have been offered only
insincere demands.
Never trust someone
who is afraid.
All poems are written and copyrighted by M. C. Rush.
None may be republished or repurposed without permission.