(un)real

My eyes are open
My mind disoriented
By the pounding of a thousand spears.

I close my eyes,
See too clearly, seemingly true.
A deep, scrubby ocean weaving apart
Branching, revealing emptiness.
How is it, with eyes closed
I begin to see surprisingly more?
The ethereal is real
The real now a dream.

My eyes open once more -
Too ignorant to harken
To the raging war.
The two personalities
Transforming to water, attempting to wash out
The battle which is their offspring,
Although entirely in the mind
More powerful than verity.