A Happenstance Conclusion

I slip into a semiconscious sphere,
where my psyche slides
onto a microscopic smear.
I see psychosis on a continuum
as I view gender expression
where neither can adhere
to a lasting impression.
But I shall steer clear,
as I fear no one wants to hear
this convoluted confession.

I face a happenstance delusion,
as if by magic touch;
I conjure an illusion
of a place I've never seen
where every color's fusion
becomes yellow, blue, or green.
My ears intently listen
to playful children sing.
It echoes with conclusion
that love lifts my self-esteem.