Aurellenistic

What is here and what inside
Are nothing more than a mimic of sight
Cellulosic infinite nebulae dance across a velvet sky
While all the world sighs in a contented smile
How is this possible?

Maybe I’m just a little loony
Or a little perceptive
Or maybe Aurellenistic

Five electric dogs sing a quiet canto to the setting sun
We’re mildly entertained as they cry
Equity brokers break the fallen hedged bank and make the run to Fort Knox
They hide each day away together counting earnings
A maiden flies into the holographic heavens putting a blue rose into the glass ceiling
Hello to freedom and goodbye to implied bondage

Is this a dream world?
Or is it a surreal reality?
Or an Aurellenistic detail

Indigo mornings, amethyst moons in the sky
Auroral clouds touch the mountains
What has my imagination produced intricately?
Is it Aurellenistic?