Most of Human Kind

The one who dreams weeps
While the dubious churn.

The dreamer hears
In remorse
Poignant nocturnes
Reflecting love
In distant halos
Of moonlit moans
Of the transgressent.

The dubious learns
The trickery
Of snake oil grifters;
Reviewing portentous proceeds,
Hacking away at what was imaginary,
As proxies fly through the heavens
Altering reality.

While the soul recognises
What should be realistically
For most of human kind.

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