I cannot navigate reality

The edges of Then and Now bleed together

Time is an orb I hold in my hand

Though I cannot recognize my dreams from waking moments

It all tastes the same to my untrained tongue

I can see the spirits dance in the air

Like feathers chained by a passing breeze 

They sink and dip and sway

Against my will, my heart sways with them

Drawn from sleep at last, I find Earth void of gravity

I tie myself to the ground with my own innards 

Clutching at my own sick flesh

Hoping it is strong enough to keep me bound here

Sounds have colors

And sights a taste

Numbers are bitter, unsweetened coffee

But words are the sweet lull of cloudy cream

In the ground I feel the rotting corpses

In the air I feel the beating of wings

My mind is a swirling, inky sea

And reality a sky I do not know from stone