The question of reality

The most essential internal question

Dangling over the front door
Of this surrealistic house of mine.

The dream sequence is like I’m the house

And I get out of the outer frame
To enter this Chinese box as a visitor
And open the innermost door and how.

Million notes strewn over this place

With a roadmap-collage of bone-house
The next door open and a walk through
The writings on nostalgic wall in a trance.

Its like a door inside a door.

Every time I enter through this
Another emerges out of it.
And my cataleptic murmurs ponder
Over a point in time in existence
Where the inner is also outer
And the outer is also inner.

Anticipating the realty on mirror

Before the destination door in front.
My centrifugal dream drive is knocked out.
Oh gawd this is like celestial
I open the door to bedroom bathroom
And I was like all over
And I was like standing before
The most essential internal question
Dangling over the front door
Of this surrealistic house of mine.