If I find myself in another’s dream
all I will find is that I have lost that which is my own
the reality that is birthed in the mind of another
can never be mine
it belongs somewhere else,
away,
outside
always tearing to be away and one at the same time
a famous cat locked in a box is and isn’t
it remains a slave
captive to someone else’s experiment
those who look on will laugh and fight
and disagree that way and this
those who agree disagree with themselves
to be in two different spaces at the same time cannot be
though we yearn it can’t agree with us, or with itself
time has a place
a space to be real
if only for a moment
space on the other hand, needs no time
so time in space is rendered useless
except perhaps to define space
but only to those who observe
or so they think
and what of space?
it exists alone, completely alone
unless it agrees to disagree with itself
and become someone else
or someone else’s experiment
more alone than before
there is more space than not
this is a mysterious mystery
plain to all
impossible to see
it cannot be
but it is