The Veil

 Nanne Nyander - Poems and Paintings

My mind is luring me

into the imaginary world of thinking.

Into the veil that distorts everything.

The gravitational pull is overpowering

and I’m moving towards thought like a magnet,

I can feel the gravitation getting weaker and weaker. 

But the pull is an illusion,

imaginary pictures floating around in space. 

I’m here.

-Nanne Nyander "The Way Back Home"