Am I Delusional About The Truth Of Who We Are Poem by Doris Cornago

Sometimes I like to look at the 'real' world upside down
Is that a crime, is it the delusion of one who's lost
Or am I more honest than most who needs but
Won't speak out, who just exist to survive
Carry me out in the sun when I can't
Put me where the breeze can kiss
Me, let the rain touch my
Feet, where I can feel
What's to be real
Must we conceal
Disconnect
Or be
Gone
Why
Be
Forlorn
Didn't you
Say crossover
Stars are my eyelids
And the moonlight in my
Face, the memories filigreed
Even if we cease to exist, the
Patterns are forever repeating in
The inner universe, creating whorls
Of energy, infecting others also similarly
Delusional, reflecting on the discovery of
Who they are, before doubts kicked in, we are
Not the mirror, we are the truth set out in rock
In the beginning of time, even before the big bang
Made in the image of the Creator, his own expression
God is love, don't you know it, it's asymptotic to all truth