Reality

A mirage stands before me. Around me. Behind me.
Often the illusion is what I see.
So much so that I question:
If the mirage normally obscures my view, if the mirage is normally what I see, then what is reality—
The illusion or the fragments of time when the illusion isn’t present?

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