Realities

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Title:     Realities
Author: Don Marquis [More Titles by Marquis]

WE are deceived by the shadow, we see not the
      substance of things.
  For the hills are less solid than thought; and
      deeds are but vapors; and flesh
  Is a mist thrown off and resumed by the soul, as
      a world by a god.
  Back of the transient appearance dwells in
      ineffable calm
  The utter reality, ultimate truth; this seems and
      that is.

[The end]
Don Marquis's Poem: Realities

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