abstraction.

consciousness dances the line between imagination and reality
like the water lilies from Monet,
it feels like immortality.

honey glazed abstract mortality
and left in the wind to sway,
consciousness dances the line between imagination and reality.

face your neutrality,
and you’re showing up washed in the bay.
it feels like immortality.

overstay their hospitality
and you’re stuck walking in march after may.
consciousness dances the line between imagination and reality.

breaking confidentiality,
isn’t that cliche
it feels like immortality.

fall from normality
into lavender sky turned blue gray
consciousness dances the line between imagination and reality,
it feels like immortality.