Where all our words intersect-
There is a moon enlightening shadows,
And abstraction as reality's underpinnings,
Where we walk covered in gladness.
Where all the thinking words end,
There’s a brick wall that’s hiding the sun-
And a detour leading nowhere-
Where the false earth comes undone.
Patti Masterman
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/false-earth/
