Orion, you show me nothing
Orion aims for the dragon
and I
stare, shivering,
waiting for the action
that never comes,
suspended in time or
so it seems,
but I gaze upon another
time,
I know
I cannot be with you,
not truly
all I have is a projection
my projection,
your projection,
it does not matter
the perception is projection,
intangible as a holograph
I do not believe
what my own eyes see
I believe more in what I feel
Is this folly?
I think perhaps
Orion, you show me nothing:
Where is your quiver, the
wood of your bow?
Where are your eyes?
All I see is stars
less real than you.
By Terence Stone ©2013
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