The Real World

If I forget,

if I am unaware

or oblivious,

that the person I am being
in the world,

is merely a projection

behind which I am hiding,

that my person is 
a creature of my own imagination,

an artifice

I animate and empower
by embodying,
by giving it my consent,

to represent me in the world,

I become lost in a fictional labyrinth
of my own doing,

a creation validated, 
justified and sustained

by the mutual intercourse
I am having

with all other persons,

who are also

merely the creatures,
projections,

and vain imaginings,

of all the people, 
comprising 
what is commonly and generally

accepted as

normal,
"the real world."