Reality Check
Sleep is elusive
this spirit night
I ponder
what is real?
Staring at the ceiling
how do I know
my ceiling is not
really a floor...
Maybe the full moon
is really purple
perhaps I am
color blind...
As a poet
words make
my world real
words is what my
world is made of
I will make it
whatever I wish...
Maybe I will try
hard enough
at breakfast to bend
my spoon with pure will
shift my reality...
The nature
of reality
is hidden
After all
I have only
five senses
Maybe six
all i know
since I have found
love
I am not
who I was
before
And never will be...
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