How is any of this real?
I see my hand and
I am perplexed!
How am I alive?
How do so many worlds
Ideas minds emotions
Opinions exist at once?
I can’t make sense of it.

Shall I make things
Easier and
Let convention swallow me?
Or shall I expand my understanding
To the waves of play
And see things as a game and
Expose
My tender flesh innocence
To sharp pointlessness
And still not make sense of anything?