Bowling Nearby Stones
Stepping through a wall of mirrors
Passing through my own reflection
I greet my other selves, an endless procession
Receding to the limits of my view
We all walk in step - who leads?
Will space-time's curve decree we meet again?
Come, let us play "Telephone"
Contributors: | F, N, Beefy, Ethetran, Kansas Sam. |
Poem finished: | 1st October 2003. |