A captive loss :: prev :: next :: At times we can be inspired, even spurred on when the creative ghost makes an appearance on our dimly lit stage and we feel and sense the words bubbling and running into each other, colliding with the force of a mind too passionate with a lost and once very present circle of imagination . . . And that is (the laws of life) the mundane washes in like high tide and Reality seems more of a dream than do our dreams. But we do not seem to mind, even cling to the loss of what is very Real and act as if this would bring back what we'd lost. Our mind turns inward to help the passage of time, then we blink and return to what was lost . . . Strange that I should end up here, seems as tho' I'd tried too hard. Even when I focus there my eyes will cross, my mind will sleep . . . © 1991 john r. chase
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