Everything is Real
By Brandon Palzkill
Dancing across the starry prism,
reality dissipates into a viridian fantasia,
engulfed in swirling cryogenic cyclones
and cast out to a milky nebulous sea.
Meandering auras ripple across the waves,
irradiating my glowing owl eyes;
nearly melt until I realize it’s only
gilded sunlight through my bedroom windows.
