What Is Truth?

Dreaming


Semi-conscious I was a theatre of many good people
Graphics card in overdrive, cascading kaleidoscope of flowers and flesh
Rotated and danced in hi definition.
Even my dream eyes could perceive only what the brain could process.
Like looking out a closed window and you can’t quite see the pavement no matter how hard you squash against the glass.
I sensed beyond the edge of my eye there curling and dropping away was more than truth