What are illusions?  Lies will take the keel, and set the path and new worlds into life will come. Does the artist’s eye not see the truth, woven in the song of mirrors, or the hushed fan indulge magician tricks, and the watching eye the screen become?   Life can assume a whispered rumour, as surely as King Oedipus himself undone, or perhaps truth will reign like the seasons, but then like autumnal leaves will fall. When space and time compress all things, I do not deny anything at all.   Jason Morgan   At the old house At the edge…