This is an illusion of time-shrinking <br />With empty time intervals....... <br />I can feel the cosmic pulse of life shrinking in a reverse spiral. <br /> <br />I try to forget myself, I try to dig deeper and deeper into Nothingness.. <br />But your lost steps bring me back. <br />I find myself in your arms, in your bed, inside of you. <br /> <br />It seems to be evening, but no, the immortal mobile horizons <br />Immolate themselves <br />In the hardened surface of the shrinking blob of quartz of the sand.. <br /> <br />We are trying to rely their shape on our sense of sight, <br />Our sense of sight, that seeing-eye, crept into our vision. <br /> <br />Our mental vision, rooted in our mind, <br />Our physical vision, rooted in our astral nature. <br /> <br />We are trying to make them real, <br />But we understand that the shape can be cropped only inside of us. <br />We understand that the dream itself is lost, even it is nevertheless <br />Still our dream, <br /> <br />It is lost toward the still hot quartz of the soul, <br />Like an imaginary horizon line of the eye <br />Or like the bird’s eye view, <br /> <br />Completely off the image.... <br /> <br />In the offing. <br /> <br />And we let the time to go on...... <br /> <br />Because <br /> <br /> <br />Time is an a priori form of inner sense, <br />It makes possible the cognition of objects qua appearances, <br /> <br />As our friend Kant said.<br /><br />Marieta Maglas<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/losing-steps/
