Sometimes in the heat of despair <br />we lost sight of perspective <br />It bends and curves and distorts <br />Like light round a black hole <br />and what we think of as truth is wildy out of proportion <br />yes the grains of truth are there running through the narrow waist of our preception <br />but each individual speck is not the beach, the beach is more than grains of sand <br /> <br />is this your last split second? will you spend it looking at a grain of sand or at the beach?<br /><br />Jilted BUTTERFLY<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/last-split-second/
