Abstract illustration,
for likened is neither
words or form.
Were just memories,
silhouettes
of then and before, afterimages..
Thinking were real, but were diodes
of light fixed re-watched...
observed a thousand times..
We never realise that we weren't here,
just a replayed moment...
Look behind you,
to late..
were not really here..
"Just a moment being rerun,
did you hear me when
I said that, yes that's me not you..
don't worry, just sleep. Shhhhh….
Everything will be fine in the morning...