When Life imitates Art: On Internal Consistency

We lived in different layers, but I suppose
there aren't too many jangles or confusion.
I surveyed myself, speculated the elements,
and realized that I've been internally consistent after all.
This dream without an end becomes clearer, as
Time spirals itself out of context.
Like a polyphony that we delight in,
your melodic presence suffuses
a lovely uneasiness of autumn and winter colors.
Without inquiring its nature and cause,
life as Art prefaces a deeper metaphysical sound
in Life beyond.
May faith consume me,
as I immerse into my internally consistent world.