https://ourpoetryarchive.blogspot.com/2018/05/linda-imbler.html
REAL LIFE
(For You, Stephen Hawking)
My soul’s greatest peace lies somewhere beyond the moon.
In time, I will travel to that place and settle there.
For now, only in my mind may I visit,
and upon each returning, I become more convinced
that I exist now only in a shadowland, as if behind a sheet,
set up for a puppet theater.
I am a silhouette and all I see are the same.
When I, once and for all, can walk through that realm
and touch the things that provide its array,
I will experience the first reality I've ever had.
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