what is real, or Really?

real is any feeling that's perceived by your senses, whether physical or spiritual
nothing in or out the realm of consciousness and perception is unreal, 
real is what's sensed by any of your five senses, includes your sixth or psychic sense, or composite of the six, as real as it gets,
get surreal as you read of a paper book, electronic Kindle, or such
the glimpse you took, say of the text has meaning beyond symbols,
a gnat, or bug that lands attracted to your lit up screen 
you see beyond the words, deep past the ink, into the depth of the entrails you smeared of its splatted death on the pixeled or cellulose script, 
you lose yourself in reflection upon inspection and forget the subject of the print, thoughts of molecules, atoms, neutrinos, quarks, lepiquarks, into the unseen, unperceived by mere happenstance, but still real,
strange ultra-subatomic quantum's' mechanics, matter's infinite components, threshold entrance portals to spirit realms,
things understood or not, unknown, far from our grasp, all real
as real as a particle of dust on the moon, a lonely star in a remote galaxy light years far,
your thoughts there
you kiss someone, 
she or he or it, may slap your face,
pain and pleasure, good or evil, not surreal
that's the deal, as real as it it gets, like life and death
beyond the envelope of wake and sleep
through the veil called reality, all its planes,
see and feel infinite modes of time and space