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