Escape, for me, is reading a book <br />based on Terry Pratchett's 'Thief of Time' where <br />perfect moments are kept in a glass palace – I have <br />decided to dream about 'perfect moments' and keep <br />them divine, unspoiled by the one-dimensional <br />interpretation of inter-subjective reality <br /> <br />Making my escape to a surreal place - an <br />unending glass palace - perfect moments <br />kept in space - resembling Indra’s heaven <br />every perfect pearl strung in such a way to <br />reflect every other pearl <br /> <br />A hologram in which virtual reality allows us <br />to learn how to fulfil our dreams and Carine <br />happy today, fulfilling my vision of her warm <br />and content - a sweet dream unfolding in <br />my heart - frozen blossoms <br /> <br />Will start blooming one day - and once bearing <br />fruit, a new dream will manifest, imparting the <br />happy glow of quantum physics in which a Mr <br />Darcy stares at Elizabeth and a Mr Rochester <br />calls on Jane Eyre - why - <br /> <br />Because we always recreate the world <br />in our minds<br /><br />Margaret Alice Second<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-surrreal-place/
