Unreal Worlds

Unreal worlds are my safety.
They are the places where there is no me, or I, or self.
Rather they breathe with their own life,
Move with their own form,
And cannot be defined except by frail observation.
And in that place I use too much imagery,
To try to make others understand,
And those tedious words pain to trim,
Because I wonder if you can see it.
These worlds on the very edge of your seeing.
These people on the edge of your knowing.
And they speak at the sacrifice of my voice,
For they or I can speak only in the air of silence.
And my world - our world - lives only,
When theirs dies from memory and mind.
In the end I find that these unreal worlds,
Are whole in my brokenness and break in my whole,
And all of us dance on this pendulum of potential.
The potential of being and not being,
And the risk of a word never being said,
To gain access to the unreal worlds.