I float
In and out
Of this place
And this world
As the coffee
Carries me
Over and beyond
The jet-lag
And language
Barriers.
The sense
Of reality
Fighting
With dreamy imagination
And the unsure
And uneasy
Ability to tell
Fantasy
Apart from what has
Happened
And what is
Just a vapor
Of unreal dreams.
Timothy Vance Jackson
March 21, 2009
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