We must all live within a dream.

This is my only explanation
For why no one
Else notices the submarine,
Gazes
Through the portholes
As we plunge into the deep;

For why no one else
Gasps
When the air turns to prairie grass
And tickles our fingers and noses.

Their eyes are so dim
That I long ago stopped
Gesturing
When swirls of music
And accents of muted color
Hit my face like jumping
Into the deep end of a pool.

This is my dream,
But they must have been abducted
Into it, Carried away like me,
Because I CANNOT believe
That these melting candles
Belong to me, a paper lantern
About to float away.