Destined to go round Without a set place Looking out to the past At a slow pace Echoes of voices Thoughts reappear Things look familiar But are we still here? The illusion of time Brings us to now Even tabling reason Asks why, when, what, how... Reality blends As fluid dreams flow Did that really happen? Where did they go? I'm sure I saw Lancelot Or Merlin, I think... King Arthur was here Sipping his drink You were here too I know that for a fact Yet it all seems so hazy Completely off track Here we go Around once again Take a deep breath in Count back from ten... Step into the past A life lived yet unseen And who are we now Pauper or queen?
The other roundtable, …fact or a fable, … do we dream or does it seem , that reality isn’t able? To feed imagination., to give us all we require, …so we live in the dreamscape, … playing knight, lady or Squire, ….sorry Sir AquaTom, .. but your wonderfully descriptive fine poetry, above, just sent me on a rhyming journey, ✨
The Mansionic Perspective 
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