White lines, <br />Bright lights, <br />Converging parallels <br />Aligning my perspective with infinity; <br />Arrows aiming me at an insubstantial eternity, <br />Hanging, <br />Disconcertingly inevitable, <br />Barely a heartbeat, <br />Hardly a hairsbreadth, <br />The other side of the vanishing point. <br /> <br />Then; well, then it would be <br />The other end of Alice’s hole; <br />The me in the mirror; <br />The meeting the Maker: <br />The me or <br />Not me. <br /> <br /> <br />It was all too easy to imagine the imagery: <br />The what should bes, <br />The what just might bes; <br />It was all beginning to fall into place on paper: <br />But then the runway fell away, <br />The vanishing point I could no longer see <br />And I was, <br />Well, <br />Still me. <br /> <br /> <br />(Written on take off at Luton....)<br /><br />Tony Jolley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/vanishing-point-7/
