The world I have come to know
is just an artificial display
of holographic shapes
gliding across my line of sight
and disappearing into nothingness,
tedious reflections in a dull mirror.
But every so often,
someone comes along
who is dramatically different,
a living, breathing person,
warm, radiant, true, and connected
to my inner experience.
I feel great relief knowing that
at least a few of us seem to be
living beyond the illusion.
Eric Stephenson
Eric Stephenson served in Alpha Company, 2/75th Ranger Battalion from 1982 to 1987. He has taught English at various colleges and universities since 1998 and is also publisher, editor, and writer for US Represented, an online literary magazine dedicated to free speech and creative expression.
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