Freedom, Isolation, Meaninglessness, and Life Everlasting

I watch the dragons
Every day. I notice how
They’re not real and they don’t fly

Using feathers or physics.
They fly using terrible,
Leathery wings. They’re nothing.

And I? I am nothing much.
I am what you’d call
Fictitious reality.

We have too much memory.
It dooms us to dementia.
I discover forms of you

You didn’t know existed.
Dragons can’t be resisted.