...Sception

A universe within a mind

No tiny detail left behind.

All gods and men made on the plane

of some omniscient spirit brain.

 

All feelings, things and men alike

All subject to a cerebral swipe.

So, when men die and don’t draw air

Does this great mind really care?

This poem is about: 
Our world

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