like all other human senses,
our curiosity stretches
Out, like a cat
trying, too hard, to claw
at the fringes of existence.
Nary a mew-
For what is reality but what we can
tease cajole and coax, belly up
into purring obeisance?
Life is what i record-
with my eyes, ears, mouth, heart,
Places you have touched, lingered
and forgotten,
in a time too long past for antiquity.
Life is what you interpret-
At once high fantasy touches your shores,
At once I am archaic in its backwash.
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