By your eyes
Standing where once laid crystalline effigies
So well crafted to be venerable, mystical
Even though they fell and tumbled
They still showed me a world so humble
As the times changed and stone made its way
The world stood still at what could be made
For a different world wasn’t known back then
Other than the cruel, foregone and disliked
So then which world is the greatest?
The one of the factual or the imaginary?
For isn’t the world what one imagines it to be?
And so is it why everyone is asking that of me?
Strangeness and mystery abound forever
For who sees the world differently
Plays with the colours so fruitfully
For who can measure it in a new way completely
Perhaps it is not the usual to be said
What the world is and what it ought to be
Governed by laws of the mind and who is to see
Yet every now and then, a measurement comes surprisingly
Now that the world is somehow expecting
All in a hurry, always seemingly playing
With each player on the board waiting
For the last dance of our eyes now star gazing
At the world above watching us below
Michael Aquilina 07.04.2023