That's Enough

In this Universe can we see some of what was real a picture perhaps a still-life where a moment went without passing and it is done nothing to change except perfection. A sight so fine no line misplaced to linger on will require such a steady pace that long before you have seen enough and wanted more to fill your temporary escape there comes a little sleep a big time urge to eat what can only take you away and on your return you find a picture finished and alone without a hand to fiddle away that little scar a blemish so unique so personable it takes away every chance of there being another. I contend you have seen this Universe where you would not live perhaps on a visit so brief to say it was fleeting; its way too quick to recall and stamp a memory as real. You may ask yourself was that real? Was that a glimpse of another Universe? Or you may just wish it just so.