unreality

i remember the day
i first fell in love with unreality...
ephemeral spirits of unborn ideas
glowing in the semi-gloom of the attic in my mind.
one or two of these sinuous beings
tentatively coming into the hazy glow
long enough to half solidify into an evolving concept...
then hastily retreating back into the cobwebbed shadows,
leaving me with a newly opened void,
yearning to taste the unveiled mysteries that so recently
graced my mental palette once again.
to leave any one of them unexplored
would be denying my soul its ultimate indulgence:

to be fully immersed in the blissful occupation

of delving head first

into a fresh new adventure of the intellect...