Is It Real?

Is it real or is it just hallucination?
Are those fever spots
that float before my eyes,
or really tiny suns
that rise and orbit just for me?

A soul is frying free and clear
unhindered by the atmosphere
where functions of the mind
are left behind to those
who blind themselves with mediocrity.

And so, a niche lies empty,
waiting only for its occupant.
When will the wanderer repent
and spend some time at home?

Yet still, within this shell,
a sense of being dwells;
floating, as if in an endless void.
And this emptiness is darkness
in the incubation of all light.

Shadows within shadows,
mystifying mortal eyes,
when first the lies begin
to come undone.

Is it real or is it just hallucination?
Fever burns the dross away
and all that stays
is all we truly need
to find our way back home
again for good...

? Michaelette ?

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