I grasp at reality,
Borrow wilfully
From the Void
Of ignorance;
reality is the vow
I will never know Reality,
Except for the shadows
Of our ghostly souls
cast by the Divinely yoked Light
Of perception;
ignorance is the inverse;
ignorance is the chastity, beauty,
Of perceiving Nothingness,
As to feel Nothing
Is beautiful, for from Nothing
Was born our bedrock our skeleton Reality
Inspired by the C.S. Lewis novel, “The Great Divorce”.
This poem originally appeared in the Bentham Digest. (Issue 10, Spring 2025)

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