Rant on Reality

On reality:

Reality is just a word for this bubble membrane lens.

You can thicken its skin, Impress and imprint

your own subtle design To filter TRUE/FALSE

by parameters YOU assign.You can expand it,

extend it, pretend it surreal, Admire its perfection,

inquire, inspect its reflections,

Oh, how that bubble bends light!

You can burst it, when you wish,

but the vacuum is nonsense,

and time spent there is lost to indifference.

The bubble can reform, orient back to normalcy

Encase us again-But we can't touch it.

The trial doth evaporate the atmosphereThe bubble is not real...

Reality is such a slip. Look how it glides beneathe this ink

As my fingers slide this pen, stain this page and paint

reality to be Malleable. But in reality, perception seems

to be the mold from which that bubble unfolded-

But Behold! The brain behind it, master of that body,

The true-god in mortal veins, an organic carbon-based,

hybrid copy sown from seed, At the point of inflection,

a reflection on the mirror that is not there, but here,

or so it appears.

Most fear to see it dissolve in such matters,

So they keep their feet firm on the concrete

Molded flat for easy walking, pre-designed

to self-sustain, resist against the

shattering epiphany.

Our reality, today, accepted

Has been fertilized and tamed,

Poisoned by the TRUE/FALSE parameters

of The Game I'm expected to play.

But i don't say yes just for the heck of it,

Best believe i'm thrifty with it,

Infatuated with my fellow shapeshifters

who lift off the surface, purely for curious Puposes,

Addicted to "What ifs" and other amorous anomales,

curiouser and curiouser it seems we remain to be,

Allows me such freedom to perceive whatever I believe,

And so I ponder as i float around the galaxies,

eating stars as food for thought.