Caught in the magic of complex illusions

It’s the simple truths that hold the key

that lock us together in a dance time forgot



Delighting in an aura of mystery, rare and refined

we explore the steps as one

as the rest of the world slips away



Existing in this place of smoke and mirrors

we join hands as hardened boundaries vanish

in the blurred lights of each spinning room



Traveling in this place of our own creation

every distance is felt as we hold on

to the here and now that is us



Sanity unraveled and rethreaded

by the hand that holds Hera’s needle

we are close to something and far from everything





photo: mine



prompts: Madverse 460, 471, 472, 474