perspective
how clever,cruel perspective is
to make the tree grow
smaller in my eyes
for no more reason,
than the distance that lies
between us.
how well i know,
that time will surely see it grow,
its branches reaching
sun-ward with each day
its girth unchecked, expanding
till my poor arms can be
no measurefor its vigor.
what tricks the laws of physics play,
perceived through mortal eyes,
on hearts and minds that wish to be
unbound by technicalities
of space and time--
those vague distorted mirrors of
the real
the true
the wise.
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