What if you’re the unreality? – hearsay or a rumor,
ephemeral idea, breathy supposition, substanceless
hypothesis, word that cannot ever be made flesh?
What if the alien you are imagining is sitting on
your lap is fact? – the actuality, the proof that proves
the Is of Is-ness? – the thing that’s really here? Or,
better question: would that make Being clearer?