World

World, a mirage

Inflamed with bitter nonsense

Can I see that I am in knots?

Trapped first under skin

Then entangled

In the ribbons of thoughts

Perspectives. Of all and sundry.

Questionable reality.

Is sound not a dimension?

Seventh, maybe?

I am drugged.

A heaven though. Certainly.

Now repositioning me

Have you ever by chance

Tripped upon this realm?

That I am presently at?

Only moving silhouettes

Oblivious. Silent. Funny.

Do they know I am away?

In case they see me?

I am liking the seventh.

Are there more of such?

For I’d love losing my way

Seeking You.

I don’t see another dimension. Not yet.

I am hallucinating. Indisputably.

For what I see,

Is painted behind my eyes

Not around me.