Living in the atmosphere of a star,
Breathing the gas exuded by plants,
Stood on a thin crust above seething magma,
Imagining we are safe.
Above us, the stars appear stationary
Though they move at colossal speeds.
The world seems solid
Even though the atoms spin and swirl.
Nothing is as it seems.
Reality is an illusion.
To think everything stays the same
Is a common delusion.
Opher – 12.7.2020