I cannot raise the dead

When the flesh has rotted

And the bones have turned to dust

As if there were never bones at all

The flowers I plant in the surrounding earth

wilt and die

An attempt at necromantic gardening

Necromancy exists only in fantasy

We make our perceptions

Based on what we see and feel

But we never know that person’s

feelings

self perception

Actual self

Our vision is fabricated

by what our senses tell us

and our senses are keen at lying