All of my life
has been
inside a well
& its surrounding stones
defined what
I knew well

one night
when skies
were clear
on my pellicle surface
bright stars

What were
those objects
faintly seen?

Were they real –
or merely
a dream?
Well Stones - an art work by T Newfields
Ellesha: Aren't we all in gravity wells?
Jules: What a tedious metaphor! (shaking his head) Hey, care for a beer?
Andrei: (smiling) That would be swell.
Soo: Typical males: after sensing anything deep, they wanna drink.
Jules: (gerp) Who said we're sensing anything besides beer bubbles?