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| by creative artist Will Segerman |
geometry of places spun
by Tim Kavi
above me
lies a returning circle
recurrent again
bringing me to the traverse
same path; timelines bend
below a line
there's a place
flatter than flatland
we exist as
miracles of grace
we move our beings
through space and time
alive and glimmering
where reality as we know it
are mere markings
for on the cave wall
are shadows dancing
in the firelight
of some grand figures tall
nothing else is seen
in the ghostly memories
of reality's soft sheen
there seems only what some
say it is
the land of dreams
and if the rest
my eyes could see
in some kiss or embrace
a devotion of the familiar
in some previously
forgotten place
so that when
the sun goes down
they tell me
tomorrow I am the same
I will not believe them
although I have the name
so that when
they tell me, that tomorrow
whenever, however it's done
will surely advisedly
always come
let me make sure
the world is not lying
to my senses
let me touch the appearing
warping gates
in the wall's defenses
but You are not there
my hand passing through it
the implements extended
I cannot grasp them
but I know something
was there; existent
collapsing space time
offers no regret
in the death
of memorable times spent
and yet
tomorrow I do awaken
it is another place
another life
and I and everyone
are different
so very different
some said forsaken
bought and bruised
reality's wave riders
forgotten and abused
but those beliefs do fade
in freedom's choosing gliders
fallen and shaken
fallible; yet rising again
there is only You and Me
to form them
in reality's contemplation
so be careful
when you imagine what is true
for tomorrow you might discover
that it was only You.
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