Captivation

An opening poem to the novel I am writing. Please enjoy.

captivation

why does reality have such a smooth surface
unable to hold onto with a smooth hand
one should think of you as a fragment
a single particle resting in the night air
unable to grasp, unable to hold
two sides of a glass wall
seamless, like reality

anticipation creates a beautiful monster
something far from the truth
if glass should break and this path becomes vivid
wild eyes would look to you
into wild eyes the same
as freedom may not live, but reality will return
and the dragon will be tamed