Shades and lights pin down what is real.
Living hyperboles of ego survival.
Look closer and see life unfolding.
But from far away the day means more than what Visible dictates.
We’re cheap imitation of infinite regeneration.
Stuck in the moment where the sight of the horizon is lost.
Release your burden, leave behind what you know.
Be part to be whole again.
(Image from Tweetspeakpoetry)