Everything has a beyondness.
Happenings end, and after the “now”
Is a world of it’s own.
Senses, outside of the present,
Endow deeper, transitional life
With flights of pure fancy.
Vision conjours places beside
The mundane, para-normally right
For measuring “yonder”.
Not too deep to be out of reach
Just beyond dreams is another sight.
Obscure, but worth keeping.
