Dogs 2015

MIRRORED MOUNTAINS
(7/31/15)


your gaze
whirlpools
into a visual
echo

some sort
of extreme
time warp
eventuality

the same set
of snowy peaks
fading
into an endless
distance

finally
your mind
stops freefalling
through the infinite
perspective

you accept
this
as reality

more truly
as layer
upon layer
of the same
3D slice
of spatial
existence

stacked
and folded
in forever
sameness

you realize
that you must
choose again
which image
you accept
as real

your
mortal soul
clamors
for a home

though
part of you
would be happy
to hover above
in limbo

drifting
in dimensionless
nonparticipation

you unfocus
your eyes
searching
for some hint
of metaphysical
definition

finding
none
you decide
to delay

the clocks
have stopped
anyway