Life is a slow burn

And i swim between black and white
in a very gray sea; seeing violent splatters
across an expanse of sleeping giants
the titans stomp their feet and
the small people run.
looking up from the bottom of that sea
and there is only blue and the deep down feeling
that both are meaningless, is stifling
if there is nothing real
then how am i grounded?
ships long since wrecked loiter at the bottom,
an ecosystem complete,
with dazzling chandeliers
and fancy food
and the richest of wines.
and getting lost in that fantastical palace
and dancing with the prince
drinking from golden chalice.
venture to the surface and the grass is on fire,
the oil spill is alight, nothing will remain
and that is revolutionary
to know that even though everything is crumbling
there is something worth living for.