Beyond the Dome

Where Does Space End?

The thought

should be enough to give us pause.

A picture of eternity.

A tiring mind push.

So, we create reality.

A show to watch.

A triviality.

A gothic play

that lacks originality.

So much knowledge.

So little wisdom.

Perhaps if we had no food

we could focus.

We don’t leave the mirror

long enough to care.

Our lives are air.

It’s all about what’s fair.

Rights without responsibility.

It will not last.

It never has.

The cycle will repeat and

we’ll be forced to scratch

for scraps of bread.

And,

for a while we’ll understand

the beauty of a loaf.

Dennis Price