Visions coalesce out of illusion –
but illusion coalesces out of vision too:
“as if” is absolutely just as absolute
as “is” – which is as utterly illusory
Existential fizz like this
aspires to describe the rippling
consciousness I underwent just now
while pissing in the toilet, wherein
a urinary yellow met a soft reflective
water-blue, in whose admixture,
on the surface, flushed, emerged
the lyric rush and outline of a thoughtful
visage – floating, calm, in space.
No place you can’t find a face.
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