Chaos is the Embodiment of Outset

Is there a Reality? Or is it merely an Illusion?

As fragments of fiery thought converged, I wandered
Within layers of existence—teetering on exquisite collapse.
Trapdoors to dimensions oscillate past perceptive skin,
Cause and effect whisper to the mirror dormant in the sky.

The path is a rotunda of communal doubt; I carve nothing into oblivion.
Entities convene their own laws, their own shadows,
Simultaneously existent yet remiss in interaction. You are both
Defined and a stranger, intertwined with the universe and alone in waiting.

If you chance a glance towards the edge of boundaries,
Contemplate the filament-thin interplay of hypothesized contact,
The splattered light painting new dimensions on alien canvases,
Embracing moments interspersed with eternity’s laughter.