there's what we see around us
the reality of the chair
and the clothes on the chair
and the crumpled blanket on the bed

and there's what we see around us
the unreality
that fills in the lines
turns wrinkles and shadows and curves
into funny faces
and hollowed out faces
and peaceful animals with no names
and odd protrusions
and odd extrusions

a real and unreal
layered visual world

you could say the first is real
the other merely figment
filled in by your solitary mind

or you could say
the blanks and curves are filled in
by the soup and vibrations
of everything going on
that doesn't fit in your room
with the chair
the rumpled clothes
and the crumpled blanket