Thought Transporters

From the corner of ones eye

is how the world is real.

All else a persistent distraction,

a blink short of unseen.

Faintest shadows barely glimpsed

through netherworld portals.

Into microtubules where conscious originates,

connecting to thought transporters.

Existing on one plain as

a bolt of volts too current.

On another as a gleam of light

coming forth by day and night.

And to glow here

did not diminish them there,

Neither was their presence

less real anywhere.

In their growing was the paying

of the opportunity cost

While learning as most humans,

being those choices lost.

Ria – circa 2011