ever feel as if
you woke up
one dimesion off
everything looks
close enough to
whatever normal is
but the shadows
seem sharper
the faces are
less distinct
the roads all lead
to a slightly
different location
curves inversed
and colors muted
it itches at the
back of your brain
blood red dandelions
pushing through
the cracks in the
amber asphalt of
a world that isn’t
the one you know

overstretching the
pliability of reality
as applied to
the incomprehensibility
of the human mind
feeling one dimension off
sublimating away
on a cool spring afternoon
sitting outside of
a tire shop listening
to the cars on the highway
sounding like waves
crashing on an ocean of sin