For the 'Between Here and Eternity' Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Sotto Poet "Exploring the threshold between reality and imagination, the real and unreal and why it matters little and has no real consequence"
The threshold retreats each time we lean towards it our shadow leans too the border we came to find passes through the one who looks. Light awakens eyes sound forms only when we hear senses bloom in names nothing reaches us untouched the world arrives wearing us. Dreams borrow their bones from faces, colors and fears gathered while awake reality lends a hand with fingerprints left on things. Mirrors stare us back with left and right out of place silvered witnesses each reflection swears it saw what stood where the glass had not. We call it the sea one word imprisons the waves depth drowns in the word we name what cannot be held then cling tight onto the name. Memory says done then rearranges the room each time we return yesterday changes its clothes while insisting it was there. We cross the crime scene fingerprints bloom on the glass we came here to see plain simple reality but we leave all our smears there. It does not matter for what we call that matter is only a dream born from imagination wanting real consequence. All is never said done is never quite done, yet the riddle remains what's real is unfinished neither gets the final word.
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