Poem: It Is Not Hidden

It Is Not Hidden

but you won't notice it,
have been taught
that it is not there.
It does not matter
to you.  It does not
impact you.  It is nothing
at all, is an illusion
that others imagine,
that they have crafted.
It is nothing real, though,
you know it must not be.
If such things were true
you would be aware of it.
You are (aren't you?) a good person
who would be certain to notice
if such things were happening,
if it were even just a bit true.

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