When the dimensions of space
Again come to confuse
Your perspective
And time is used
Once more as a gauge
Of what is lost
And what is unborn
And you find yourself
Driving deeper
Into a nothingness
Disguised as life
And the projection
Of your dreams
Into reality
Seems but a dream itself
And all that you
Are within
Must assume the shape
Of all that you see
Then should you
Think of Love only
             - and blink.

- fr