Parallel To Eternity

A break in the social equilibrium,
A crack in the window of time.
An invisible world running parallel,
An eternally extending line.

Some mirrors serve as sheer portals,
Television screens are tiny worm holes.
A world of identical mere mortals,
All playing identically formed roles.

Crossing the line can consume you,
Once there you may never come back.
In space the holes are like vacuums,
From a distance they appear to be black.

To step through one is to cross a dimension,
A warp in both reality and time.
For some it's an eternal suspension.
For others, like no experience they'll find.

Once through you can turn back and see yourself,
In your present day physical state and mind.
You can speak but you cannot hear yourself,
You can look but stare too long, you'll go blind.

The parallel world you're now a part of,
Is exactly like the one you left behind.
The only real difference I can think of
Is in this new world holes aren't so hard to find.

There one can look through any mirror,
See the same person in the same place and time.
Television screens cannot harm you,
As long as everyone's not off at the same time.

People are all cloned and duplicated,
The world's a virtual facsimile.
To be one's self is to be replicated,
A mirror image of all that men see.

A new world that our minds have created.
Running parallel from here to eternity.



Copyright © November 2009
Kevin Mooney

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