If the touch screen beneath my fingers were real
and the forever extending mountain
adorned with pinks and oranges of a sunset
white snow in the shadowed crevasses
while the sun hits the peaks
the clouds only a few pixels above
shaded with purples and blues to give the illusion of grey
were real
then I might question if the keyboard from which I type
were real
Because surely one entails the other,
So close in vicinity so immediately tangible
it is all real
I might say.
But the eyes that are my lens
for all those marvelous illusions to bleed through
could be all blind
foggy pupils swirled marbles
feeding my brain a canvas of lies
if they were real.
If there were any confirmation at all
unquestionable, undeniable,
the epitome of unwavering integrity
alone in orbit
existing
watching all the pieces fall together
self oriented tetris blocks
slowly erecting a wall to the infinite top
much much higher than the pixelated sky
of more hues than could possibly be counted
If infinity were real.
Lucy Zhang 