invisible
stolen from the naked eye
beyond understanding
floating in enlightenment—
you cannot be touched
you glow,
you shine,
you blind
an illusion, a mirror
beyond the depths of realism,
into skepticism;
a wall:
paralyzed,
empty
longing to be heard,
a whistle in the wind—
a shot in the dark
closing in,
an abyss;
past surrealism,
into oblivion
reach out..
make contact,
accept your call
don't delay,
time doesn't wait;
it is now—
or it is never