My eyes are looking deep within,
And what they see defies belief:
A pilot dressed as Harlequin
Inspects the statue of a thief;
A woman wearing seven veils
Lies down upon a bank of moss,
And soldiers try to sell the nails
Which fastened Jesus to the cross;
And, all alone, a fiddler plays
The lilting strains of “Danny Boy”,
To which a choir of miners sways
And sings the words to “Ode to Joy”.
As fictive as this world might feel,
It’s none the more so than what’s “real”.
Photo by Roberto Carlos Román Don on Unsplash
