we can peer into the reflections of our vastly infinite fantasies
and fall into a reverie to blur the borders between realism and fallacies
but beyond that, the margin of error gapes where we imagine the improbable
and the brick mansions that rise yield for none.
so i dare touch, dare ripple, dare mark a print on the untainted glass doors,
i suffer the rest of the way.
YOU ARE READING
In Principio
Poetryhello and welcome to a piece of my brain. enjoy your stay. Y E A R O N E.
