What is real?

None of it is real.

This night-time vividness that slips into 

vagueness on eyes opening.

And this eyes open, senses open

walking, talking daydream.

None of it is real.

Except this present moment.

This endless, depthless, present moment

when we touch infinity

when we meet the glorious

with no past or future.

Just now

and another now

and another

vibrant, energetic.

This is real.

© 12 Jul 20