Michael E. Harris Poet Free verse

PEPPERMAN 04052025

I OPENED A DOOR 
IN THE UNIVERSE ,
TO WHAT IS KNOWN AS ,
CHOICES OF LAND.
UNLIMITED CHOICES ,
THAT I COULD SIMPLY DEMAND.
A SPACE , WITHIN TIME ,
IS CONSIDERED A LAND.
POINTS OF INTEREST ,
WERE IN THE PALM OF MY HAND.

FOREVER GROWING  ,
UNIVERSE OF TIME.
ENDLESS THOUGHTS ,
KEEP CROSSING MY MIND.
SO MANY SPACES ,
I REALIZE HOW BLIND
I REALLY AM ,
SEARCHING FOR SPACE 
OR LAND , IN TIME.

UNKOWING AND KNOWING 
TWO DIFFERENT DIRECTIONS. 
IN BETWEEN ARE ENDLESS 
REFLECTIONS.
WANTED , DESIRED EVEN REJECTIONS
THERE'S ARE PATHS TO BE TAKEN
THAT LEAD TO PROJECTIONS.
WHAT WE HAVE SEEN ,
WAS ONCE A PROJECTION 
IN THIS LAND OF TIME
IT'S MEARLY REFLECTION.

INVERSE AND EXVERSE , 
DON'T BE MISLEAD 
BOTH EXIST INSIDE OF OUR HEAD.
TIME IS SPACE,  
MEASURED AND  DISTANCED , 
STANDING STILL WITHOUT RESISTANCE. 

SO HERE I STAND , 
WITH AN OPEN MIND ,
A PERMANANT FIXTURE ,
IN THE LAND OF TIME.
LIFE IS TIME ,
A MEAR PROJECTION ,
HOW WE ARE SEEN ,
IS SEEN AS REFLECTION.
THERE ARE HOLES IN TIMES ,
EXTRACTING REFLECTION ,
REDIRECTING , 
UNWORLDLY DIRECTIONS.

GOING FORWARE , 
MEANS  LEAVING BEHIND.
RECORDED SCENES ,
IN THE LAND OF TIME...
MEMORIES ... IMAGINATIONS...
ARE THE FOUNDATIONS ,
OF THE LANDS OF TIME.

Michael E.Harris 
04052025

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