Our reality is a mistake

Our reality is a mistake

Some stray imagination conjured by a child

Is it scared of what it sees?

It catches glimpses of us as it falls asleep

Our universe stuck in a dusty corner of its consciousness

For a moment, it could inhabit your view

“Mama, I saw it again”

“What did you see this time?” She prepares her pen and paper

“A species of flesh and blood”