your Ideal thoughts have captivated my mind,

and my heart shall never be content

existing in what is called the "real world”.

now my every thought filters through your paragraphs of Beauty.

these days I float in and out of your visionary world,

Ideas and Forms drifting through the reality of the pure and sincere,

yet I still compose, 

fully aware I myself am only a mere “copy”,

inhabiting this “particular world” of fault and fabrication.

Dear Sir, 

Have you ever visited that "Idea" you have spoken of?

Fly to that place or like Newton stumble there by accident?

Did you truly live there, Sir?

Wayne, NJ 1967