Some days seem real
Feeling grounded where I stand.
Other days slip reality
Like floating
                       away
                                 in
                                     a
                                       dream.

Today was a dream
Unconsciously I worked
Whilst the mind wondered

you don't exist when
my eyes are open
you don't exist when
my blood's not poisoned
when my soul's at peace
when my gut is full
and when I'm in company

So you exist most of the time
dear muse

for

    once,

   i would

love

      to be

         the poem

and

     not

         the poet