what is

i have been through the depths of hell,

for they are in my mind.
i have felt the ecstasy of heaven,

for it is there in my mind.

but have i been to reality?
have i breathed in the here and now?
it is the hardest place to find
for it lies outside my mind.

what does fantasy look like?

a porous net of insect wings
suspended corners
hanging middle
through it flows a liquid,
viscous and bright red.

this is the life-blood,
the energy of existence
and of presence.
it would be a thick flow,
an uninterrupted column
but for the diaphanous net.

life-force is caught and held,
pooled on the delicate wings
of gossamer fantasy.
it's only impeding your life,
let it go.