somewhere
under the hazy corona
and the convection zones of conscious and subconscious
high pressure and immense temperature fuse together
the particles of the senses into heavier reality.
and though sometimes it can take years
before the light emitted bubbles to the surface
it can strike in an instant.
if say, lying on the bed stoned by the thick air, eyes fixated on the ceiling
letting it pass through the crystallized transparent waves of sound
casting the yellows, reds, and blues of each memory on the wallpaper
finally realizing what happened in some blazing moment.
what a marvelous tool,
handed to us, probably, by complete accident
molded, styled, practiced. perfected with time. glossy, curved, reflective.
decorating vast halls of history
capable of holding whatever we pour into it.
leaking out what wasn’t totally internally reflected.
if not for this damn conceit
imagine what could else we could learn from it
(Photo by Michael Dziedzic on Unsplash)
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