fantasy #45:couch pizzicato

From this here kingdom of my couch
I hold dear a beloved illusion
in dreamy archaic fashion.
I don't need much encouragement-
life's serpentine patterns
of dissarray and randomness
are my orchestrations
of existance.
I fancy my solitary self
as I recline here-
trapsing like some sure footed fool
a pizzicato jig
nimble shuffling over
my topsy turvey world.
Oblivious to painful discords
that might in untimely fashion cause
disruption to my fantasyflit dancing.
Imagining myself plantigrade
across popcorn ceilings
through open doors
and into the clear skies-
~and I am gone~