Author Laurence Overmire We are the holograms of our Spiritual selves Matter but a figment of a Greater imagination What is real seeming Improbable The substance of who we are Impossible to hold. (Previously published in Wired Art from Wired Hearts, July 2002) Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments