Delirium

Birds were the first -
to become less tangible,
as my perception fades.
I incessantly remind myself -

they are real.

A new conceptualization of wings, presents autonomy,
for only an instant,
sealed within myself.

I have grown sick,
caged by pinioned silhouettes, scrutinizing depictions to recall - myself, trapped.

What is the difference -
between imagination and delusions? To believe your dreams are real.
But even I can fly.