One can escape reality
through simple means
to keep one’s eyes closed, for example
to ignore that is and pretend
that the cold surface felt is simply iced water
not an honest mirror.
Close your eyes and sleep standing;
slowly true slumber comes
to those who refuse to see
like the one pretending to dream of a different reality
the dreams take over, takes one along, away
to the world of dreams and the world of nightmares—
Who is lucid enough to see
which of the thousand mirrors is the one that’s real?
If anything can ever be real in sleep?
One can escape reality
but what happens when reality escapes one?
