Thoughts
undress –
transgress
–
express
what had been less
into
immeasurably more
bewilderment.
A
filament of sense
becomes
too dense to ascertain –
and
yet the brain must entertain it.
Solipsism
dollops through its
chains,
and what remains
is
something utterly another.
You
are not the same.
When
vision comes, it brings
a brother. We do not know
the
mother.
.
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