“Did I do anything wrong today," he said, "or has the world always been like this and I've been too wrapped up in myself to notice?” ― Douglas Adams, The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy ―
Our fragile frame of fragmented stars
explodes on dusty brain,
A blue print of the universe
buried deep in the nucleus
We carouse distant galaxies,
revolve about illusion sun.
Illumined sparks as comets,
glaze midnight skies.
Asleep, we are space travellers
with passports to the moon,
dreaming reality.----- "REAL" (poem written December, 1993)