Identity is most certain in your
dreams, and most uncertain
when you wake.

While at rest, your consciousness
creates figments, rationalizations
of your lightless palette. In that
moment, obsidian sheaths part

as the mind’s worry is severed.

Once awoke, rationalization
vanishes. Obsidian sheaths return,
bearing added layers of self-abstraction.
You momentarily recall the fleeting utopia,
and fall back into cyclic motion

until night comes again.

Kevin Zhu is a 16-year-old writer and musician from New York. As a poet and journalist, his work has been recognized by Scholastic Writing Awards and is editor-in-chief of The Incandescent Review. He’s often confused with a college student going through quarter-life crisis.