Poetry/Prose, Yoga & Spiritual

For the Love of the Unreal

Set the phone on the bedstand

You vanished

Folded into covers
So did I; into dreams

What is real?

Are these thoughts …

… happening?

Souls slip
In and out of bodies
In and out of time

On status-symbol,
Fake,
Antique,
Invisible,
Imagined,
Watches

Vocals

“Hello.”

“Sweet dreams.”

Imaginations

“When will I see you again?”

Of course

“Tomorrow!”

Tomorrow?

Memories
Decadent desserts
On TV shows
Commanded by
Red-faced

Master chefs

Screaming
In the shadows

Massive hourglass

Spinning infinitely

Strung cherry
Drooped, dropped

Heavily perched
On sugar-laden cream
The last touch

First member
Down screamer’s hatch

Vanishes

What remains

Is all that’s real

Nothing else exists.

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