Bilocation

Lapses in mindscape lane don't denote being fantastical, subconscious realm portrayed by vivid thoughts as Déjà vu. The body lingers and ages but the Psyche, new as dew. Countless times, a reminder of certainty that I was seen somewhere when in reality, staring inquisitively into my TV. Then I pondered, did I unknowingly fall into a trance, Or did time travel come knocking unexpectedly? and even if it did, again, the lapses don't come to light. Dreams are pathways to meditation, that birth happenings unknown to this world. But the body is a shield to absolute exploration of cognisance. My imaginary circus yawns for transportation and these scenarios distinctively and simultaneously visualize without limitations. Not a pause for impossibility, we see levitation happen as a tornado, I can only imagine a gust of parading doppelganger, I'm just not the witch elevating. But my illusioned awareness puts me in diverse places through manifestation and imagery conception.