Thursday, October 16, 2008


(Written at age 15.)

‘Tis that which exists but I cannot see,
That which is but I cannot feel or touch,
That which is beyond all reality,
That fascinates and intrigues me so much.
For it is in this realm of the unknown
That things rendered impossible by us
See the opportunity to be known,
And to exist there, to be real thus.
This world beyond is like an artist’s thought –
Filled with plain and pure possibility
‘Tis a hand that holds more than our world’s got
‘Tis but more than whole of eternity.
But although this world beyond must be sought,
Remember, reality’s all you’ve got.

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