I am not of this world or this temporal plane.
By the journeys I take I shall be
an example of consciousness deemed as insane
in this sphere never native to me.
Not an angel or demon am I, but a soul
of dimensions beyond just the four
where the space-time continuum seems in control,
per a theory I choose to ignore.
I have come from a realm where a thing that exists
is but merely imagined as so.
But a mind that conceives in the sensate resists
the unknowable essence I know.
My apparent delusions are truth I perceive
independent of truth which is bound
in the proof that the sensible senses receive
where illusory fictions redound.
© 2022 Benjamin Mosley
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