Between him and the technological maze a portal stands open wide
A translucent sheen of power hangs in the air
A filter like a translucent rainbow to him
An invisible mirror beam to the ignorant on the other side
Their perceptive when they gaze at his walker
He seems to be like they, fellow lifer in the dream
For the frequency of the sheen responds to what they expect to see
Beaming perceptions captured in the mind set of the collective spell
They see me as they
Unaware a mage riding the rapture of his own spell
Walks amongst them....
Extract taken from "A Rapture Of Glass" written by Matthew James April 2006
