Artificiality Is The Most Subtle Form Of Reality

No mention will be made
of any imaginary body part
more than absolutely necessary.

Innocence holds
a black belt in lying
though it never had any formal training.

I feel safe by what I don’t know
is a pornography
found nowhere else in fiction.

Faith is the device hidden in the soul
that creates the illusion of depth.
Desire represents the shadow
of desire.

I have faith
that I will never love again.
But just in case I’m innocent,
someone’s coming to save me. 

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William Merricle lives in Lima, Ohio. His poetry has been published in PuddingSlipstream
ZeroCity, and many other publications. His latest chapbook, Heimlich The Donut, is available
at Pudding House Publications.

“Artificiality Is The Most Subtle Form Of Reality” © 2010 by William Merricle, used with permission