Doorways (poetry)

When the
	Pure
		Light
Reasoning resonating
	Becomes
		Diffused by the
			Smoke

Emotions
	Clouding
		Shifting
From that filter
	Rationalization
		Is
			Born

No longer
	Can
		Tell
Where illusion
	Begins
		Ends

Is there
	Anything
		There
Behind the
	Facades
		Masks