In which a person could stand.
Nothing is inside the sphere.
Nothing is outside the sphere.
Outside of the sphere is a door,
Through which he has gone.
Inside of the sphere is confusing,
Until he looks behind himself.
The sphere becomes a passageway,
Into the life of a boy.
However, when he looks beyond himself,
And looks beyond the frame of the boy does he realize:
The sphere projects all the moments of the boy.
The moment that defined who the boy was,
And therefore what he was achieving.
The person could look around,
And see every tear that ran down the boy’s cheek.
The person could see every smile like sunshine,
That gave the sad boy more life.
The person could see the boy’s family the way the boy did,
The person could see the child that developed from everything the boy saw.
The sphere gives the person a view
Into the people who made fun and the people who cared.
The projection shows the change from one place to another,
And the effect on the boy.
Nothing is inside the sphere.
Nothing is outside the sphere.
The person stands there and sees a door.
The sphere is imagined.
The man walks away,
Leaving the boy behind.
