The measurements exceed

The unpredictable is only around the corner

The levels are complex

The confusion lies within

The alterations are not made

The voices are never heard

The thoughts race like buffalos

The memories intrude

The fantasies never become real

The dreams are death defying

The love is passionate but not local

The real time has come

The real one is here

Here I am.

© 1997 David Greg Harth

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