Illusion

the dream castle the exotic land expand to ordinary space as you walk into them almost bored the magic gone with presence like a lover, or Spring taken for granted

these tulips open only seen with stopping, wondering abandoning mind's webs

this chocolate gone with two quick bites yet we go on exclaiming chasing inventing diet versions not noticing how good dry bread is to hunger

the country lanes we walk always beckoning to something wondrous new but the lane ends at just another field

the body cannot follow some lost buried heaven above taste or mind until abandonment to the goad's source