Ichabod

Do there exist, different layers of reality;
realms overlapping, in the same space;
creating an internal-external duality;
with each world wearing a different face?

This multi-faceted kingdom of ancient lore;
is a mere figment, hatched in my mind;
a fantasy, I called Ichabod, may be the door;
where, by accident, the truth, I’ve defined.

Drawing from literature, I took Ichabod Crane;
an improbable name for a possible duality.
None of it really matters; for what’s in a name;
in the ultimate search for truth and reality?

Much evidence exists, to more than suggest;
reality has never been what it seems;
and our thoughts of duality serve as a quest;
surfacing, within our dreams.

Consciousness wrote this book of lives;
a complexity known, by all, as reality;
lives, divided into husbands and wives;
by an energy known as divinity.

All words are mere thoughts; wind blown;
and names are more of the same;
theories abound of known and unknown;
I ask you: “What’s in a name?”

Throughout all the epochs of eternity;
civilizations will rise; then fall;
my “Ichabod” stands for maternity;
for, what’s in a name, after all.