Poem: Don’t flirt with reality

So this poem got stuck in my head on a particularly sleep-deprived night with vertigo. Anyway, it is a little weird. But then so am I.

Don’t flirt with reality

It twists and turns,

Undulates and burns.

It’ll blow your mind

See what you see

Hear what you hear

Touch you touch

Know it is real

No more than

Because it twists and turns

Up, down, and behind

It’ll bend your mind

What is real?

What is known?

Where did I go?

I am gone

I am gone

And that there is the weirdest poem I have written thus far. Just tired and spinny lately.

Other poems:

Life story
Spring in the air
The line