Come see a sight make no mistake,
The dune grass walks, the clouds are fake,
The sand as if a salt mirage.
Awake awake or go without:
A rule's to bend or use with clout,
The house on sand, a fool’s a fool.
A filtered fancy played unfair?
Where were you when I was there?
 It’s yours to view so give and take.
Smoke and mirrors,
For goodness sake.
©Philip Holden

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