Layers

Layers

The space between
and all around
is more than substance
that we shrink until it
needs a name for
what cannot be seen
by human eye.


Sticking together,
it makes
everything.

And yet, it is not
what it seems.

The bed I lie in
bears my weight,
and floats upon a bubble earth
that spins its path
towards our star.

And the space between
and all around
is still greater than
the planets and the
stars that swirl
and cluster, too far
for human minds
to know.

And yet, they are not
what they seem.

We spend a lifetime
wandering, across the
spaces between
and all around,
inside and beyond,
dreaming old dreams
that circle in the
sparking human brain.
And in the spaces,
the spaces
where we wander,
lost and looking for a
clue?

And finally, it is
not what it seems.

For if it were, there
would be no spaces
between and all around.

And then,
where would we
be?