(De)realization

Catch myself staring but it’s never at you.

My body rests here while my mind traverses.

Planted feet on the ground, hoping for a breakthrough.

Instead, I’ve made contact with remnants of fallen universes.

I feel my fishnet mind expanding.

The line fraying, to welcome, opening a door

To a world beyond mundane physical understanding.

My spirit detaches and falls—slips—drops through the floor.

Can’t comprehend what happens when I visit these places.

Although, I never return empty handed.

Some inkling remains, a feeling imperceptible by our five senses.

Yet somehow, I know that all of it is connected.