AERIAL

From infinity down into life, one so emerges from imagination's sea of infinite diversity, as if caught into a bubble of time, a trap or bottle enclosing a life into a material or organic structure;

As much diversity is the infinite substance of imagination, so repetition, metronomic cadenza squeezed into the narrow confines of materialism, consumerism, all that wrapped up into the shrink wrapping structured into a specific family, tribe, clan, village, town, nation;

All of this holding upon the pole vibrating along the weavings from a flag topping it, unreachable, fluttering through that time's currents, eddies, all of this but riddles which mar the dark quietness of a pond's surface, because somebody threw a skipping rock, which, before sinking left a few bruises now circles slowly expanding, pushing the mirror into circles of illusion;

How then, looking at the pond of imagination, one could be led to think it infinite?...being a life of such short duration? let the self sink into imagination