A Fable Of A Nightmare Reality (Conclusion) Poem by Joshua Lewis White

Am I swimming in a sea of confusion, of nothingness, or am I dreaming?
Behind black curtains stands a figure with a lamp
A book lies, crumpled, containing the memoirs of a man - long forgotten
A ghost, or a man who nobody notices?
Floating faces, dead eyes, dead bodies, fake people
Animal/Human?
Materialism shatters the foundations of perception
A male figure adorning sunglasses stares at the moon
Is there anybody out there? /Is there anybody in there?
A mass of blackness sweeps the sky
Bitches Brew/Berlin/The Times They Are A-Changin'
The poet lies, the prophet dies
Feet numb, body cold
Slow. Slender. Stealthy.
A monocle lies, bloodied on a bedroom table
A bookcase is consulted
A hollowed out book containing a necklace lies open, waiting to be discovered
Discovered/discarded
Thoughts?
Dizziness, light headed.
The moon burns with light
Apologise/Apologies
Reality blurs with fiction
Dreams/Life
Realise/Real eyes/Real lies
A dog lies sleeping amidst a world of non-conformity
War breaks out between like-minded citizens of the same nation
Fingers pressing buttons that are meaningless
Dead.
Lovecraftian fiction spills onto a blank page, a new canvas, a fresh start.
The window is open/closed
Neither here nor there
Art thou mad?
No-one can see me like this
The creator becomes the creation
Meanwhile a cosmic lion rampages throughout a galaxy far too wide for its own good
Cars drive, penguins dive
Lights flicker, children snicker
After what feels like an eternity, nothing happens
Do they know? Obsolete, confused.
A barn door is open, a light flickering inside.
Death is banned, the subject is off.
The TV set is disconnected, the nation cries for help
Where is my mind?
Where is my logic?
My path to clarity?
Am I swimming in a sea of confusion, of nothingness, or am I dreaming?