Hand-held RealityA Poem by Sami KhalilIt speaks of itself...Hand-held Reality By Sami Khalil Hand-held reality! A tactile sculpture, At our palms. Warm, gelid. The marriage of fingers and small worlds. Within grasp, out of grasp. In fashion, out of
fashion with purchasing power of hard currency, ready to inspect or provide a retrospect.
A private museum of sensory overload, a gallery of
broken signals, fulfilling, beguiling notions, emotions and motions. Visages drawn in. Curtains slide over windows. Light
enters, exits, suffices vast lexicons, bursts of knowledge, intelligent and
purblind minds. The fields are vast; sonic waves forge ahead across
lines of communication, invoking towers alighted on perches. Salvation of distances is at hand. Separation
anxieties healed, albeit momentarily. Those vulnerable souls have either honest or
rapacious desires, beloved or hated in public, private domains, inviting alien
shadows, penumbral outlines where thoughts bleed on magic carpets, Earth-bound,
Heaven-bound. Hand-held reality! The small dances of fingers… © 2019 Sami KhalilReviews
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