The Reality and the Fantasy

A moment in my dreams.

The Reality and the Fantasy

A poem by Alejandro Manuel Espinoza

It is difficult to mark the transition between The Reality and The Fantasy.
It is like walking through a doorway by simply closing my eyes
I simply continue as I was, and then I am are.
There is no feeling like existing in a world that does not exist
Living as a paradox, I am are but I am also aren't

I don't wake up
I just close my closed eyes, opening them
And there I am
Standing still and walking,
My feet on leaves grown from Nothing

I is not me
Me is not I
Me is an extension of I
I is an extension of Me

Me is the Dead, Green, Lush, and Barren Forest
I is the terror and happiness, the thriving and the sick
They are parallel and always cross

It is as confusing as much as it all makes sense
Inverted colors are the rainbow
And the mirrors reflect only black
The sky is dirt
And the dirt is rain

The air is foggy clear
and breathes like the reversed sighs of children
Sound is a blanket to sleep on
I can breathe at ten frames per second

Why does not dictate my movements
I don't move at all
I am the one who moves
And the rest of I moves with me
I am/are/is/make/move/reflect the world.

 

Author's Note

A moment in my dreams.