Platypus

Maybe where real breaks apart is where dimensions bleed.
Thinner parts of boundaries where physics has to cede.

Schizophrenic atoms fuse together & apart.
Way across the Milky Way, both ending where they start.

The surface of the moon, at once, lithium & cheese.
What lives on the ocean’s floor knows not of skies; but seas.

Sun screams morning into night; heralding each season.
What science doesn’t know, man blindly ascribes reason.

What’s beyond the looking glass, can just as well look back.
Maybe, where the sane wears thin, I can traverse the crack.