Reality is just a point of view…

‘noom eht fo edis krad’

reality has been
vacuumed up. reeled in like a wriggling
fish, every part must be considered individually
each existence a daunting thought. slippery as if covered in
scales. maintaining them an impossibility. more orange juice and
taboulé. nausea is settling in like an unwelcome house guest, the ceiling
isn’t helping any; why not stay still god damn it? actually that’s kind of cool.
this ought to be somehow recorded. out the window scuttle other existences,
about their merry own ways
blissful in their ignorance
now the wall bubbles at me
i decide who i am through the
choices i make as an individual
the weeds on the hill wave
hope they don’t come inside
reality has been vacuumed up
i let it out slowly creeping
along like so many feeling
tendrils to gradually reconstruct