Lucid

I grasp worlds beyond perception

With each seemingly empty handful

Each step forward along abandoned paths

Still shifts the energy that surrounds my flesh

A thought given life in a lonely mind

Still finds the company of the also-deserted.

I type into the vastness of space

A message written by foreign hands

I know not where I am, or you

Still, I encode these words and send them through

Amongst the bits of existence that coalesce before us

I wonder if you can see me beyond the vortex.

Your existence is a fever dream.

Still, when night invades

I set myself aflame, that you might recognize me

And under the weight of the day

I find the will to stand straight

And pray the ground is strong enough to hold me

I don't dare believe it won't be

I have not come to live quietly

I have not come to settle for sobriety

Of the soul, I have come to give all

To be spent entirely by the time

I am called home, to burn with the fire

Of a thousand suns, in the eyes of just one.

Your existence is the only reality.