Unreality

I have worked with

those I have never known

I have built a world

with complete strangers

who shared

in this strange and beautiful

ballet of wits, of hopes, of ideas

erected and destroyed

everyday I see friends

whom I’ve never met

I pass enemies

I’ve never encountered

I glimpse old acquaintances

With who I’ve been through heaven and hell

who have never heard my voice

or seen my face

or shared my laughter

or felt my pain

we are all part of

something which exists but does not

we have built an edifice

which hands never touched

we have carved ideas

which exists in other’s minds

and so I remain

completely surrounded

and yet completely alone

I have created a world

In which I do not belong

I live in a world

of which I am not a part

Copyright Eric Wasiolek Cavendish 1994