Sometimes :: prev :: next :: Sometimes when I stare at you long enough you take on a reality that moves me and I wonder where you've been or maybe more precisely, where I've been Yet I still haven't taken the time to stare long enough to emerge from the fluid of the surreal to the dry, solid reality I haven't driven myself to burst the membrane between here and there Sometimes when I stare at just the right distance and my eyes cross I see far beyond this simple existence angels dance on the head of a pin and mountains and rivers sing of the glory of their maker and the colour of this world seems a drab shade of grey in comparison to the light shining out from eternity Yet words fail me and my eyes focus and I slip back into the skin of the bubble for the moment I expend an ounce of effort to stay there I am at that moment violently flung back here in between what most believe is real and what I have learned is real back here again on this island isolated as I gaze into the starless sky and wonder... © 1998 (24 august) john r. chase
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