That's Enough
Gates, Rusty
In this Universe can we see some of what was real, a picture perhaps, a still-life where a moment went without passing and it is done, nothing to change except perfection. A sight so fine, no line misplaced, to linger on will require such a steady pace that long before you have seen enough and wanted more to fill your temporary escape, there comes a little sleep, a big time urge to eat what can only take you away and on your return you find a ...