The Real Remains Real

no matter outdated belief's or simple minded ignorance

what is flat?
what bends that?

is there space
inside space
inside a space
at an ever expanding pace?

what is flat?
what stretches that?

is there time
inside time
inside a time
at an ever progressing rate?

what we call flat?
can we bend that?

(do you think?)

can we retrace

    all of this

    all of that
to a place
before space
beyond time
in one version of a lifetime?

in confronting the real
it sometimes unveils the unreal
the concealed
on through into the surreal
far beyond the simple believer's appeal
into a truth that may not be ideal

yet remains like the strongest carbon steel

Author's Note