For the Love of the Unreal

Set the phone on the bedstand

You vanished

Folded into covers So did I; into dreams

What is real?

Are these thoughts ...

... happening?

Souls slip In and out of bodies In and out of time

On status-symbol, Fake, Antique, Invisible, Imagined, Watches

Vocals

"Hello."

"Sweet dreams."

Imaginations

"When will I see you again?"

Of course

"Tomorrow!"

Tomorrow?

Memories Decadent desserts On TV shows Commanded by Red-faced

Master chefs

Screaming In the shadows

Massive hourglass

Spinning infinitely

Strung cherry Drooped, dropped

Heavily perched On sugar-laden cream The last touch

First member Down screamer's hatch

Vanishes

What remains

Is all that's real

Nothing else exists.