Distance Prevails

Perspective has decreed

The distance will prevail--

Things will get smaller

Like the lay of railroad tracks

Between the rails

There is less and less...

Smaller and smaller they tend

To converge, or, maybe they'll bend

At some horizon

And from nowhere it seems,

A vanishing point appears.



He holds her body close

So close she blurs

Her soul right through him.

He can't seem to let her go

But he has nothing to hold.

The ritual starts with her first step...

And distance prevails.



Perspective is a fickle friend

He watches her until

Less and less she becomes...

And he is nowhere

When she vanishes...

And distance prevails.
~Dr. M