Donatereality is so real
i confuse it for this dream..
holding holding holding the ice cube
yet no burn on my hand
my watch with regular hands
the seconds tick tick
this way and that way
up and down to timeslips..
and i always find a way to explain everything..
and when things that should never change change..
always explicable and reducible
the strange returns to the safe and mundane
to its rightful sensible place and state
only the admissible is acceptable
no hassle..
as when my reflection in the mirror
blinks one second too late
i put it down to simple misperception at play
always though always..
synchronicities
oh really..
they are only ever mere coincidences..
meaningless and unmysterious..
no doubt jungians and
a few physicists and mystics would disagree
but they need to fumble for reasons for every little thing
translation
as our music beat streams metronomic
the dream-fluid trips our senses..
and yes there have been a couple of times i fell
fell completely through the accidental wall..
a couple of times
where maps and situations were replaced
then replaced back to their original
so i thought..oh what nonsense is that
i must have..
..i..
must have..
dreamt it
the dreamer a fever dream
the dreamer a fever dream..
a coffee
..need to wake up..
a coffee will help persuade me..
unload overthink..
random events
events that are random are only ever only things
gross things
like when rain falls only in one very small spot
a puddle gush from the clear blue sky showerhead
weather can be strange that way..
and then there were those other times
simple misremembering
occams razor
every single time..
occams razor..
like when one evening a man passed by
i saw him race up the still escalator and then
outside
but when i turned round he was stood right there
he was right in front of me
i surmised and correctly..
must be twins..
almost the same place at the same time
twins travelling different directions
rationality is a wonderful thing...
other vivid memories that occurred never occurred
a little unexplainable..
though logically speaking means nothing..
stuff just happens..
stuff happens all the time..
just happens..
those strange moments of charged silence flood the imagination
the imagination is an astonishingly powerful thing
and for whatever reason we feel the need to suffuse
suffuse so-called moments with pregnant-with-triplets meaning..
one time..
and others were with me there
and we said
oh now how weird..
how weird was that
and then..
and then..
we all just went about our day
because reality does not roll the deeper way
we called the episode a funny anomaly
we decided never to mention it ever again
why would we
we have work to do
and bills to pay
and bombs are always falling..
so..
a loitering star disappeared above us
switched off its strobing spot-lamp
the loitering star vanished
vanished to the beam blasted from a black helicopter
moon rays
only moon rays
our eyes as wide as plates
must be something..
yes must be something..
we ate..
nerve-shredded delirium/ undercooked rice baby..
and when i sleep..
and deep inside roars the rare light whisper
an invisible brush melts and mists over me
i tell myself
so tired i must be so tired
so..
must be time to wake up..
reality is so real
i confuse it for this dream..
you would think by now i should have understood..
