I. Reality Reflecting
Streetlights working together to flood
these streets projecting from slipping
neurological moves necking pièces de résistance
in haze: our we glosses excitement in imagination
looking to see sometimes not islands causing
knowledge catching a glow how paths of Colossi
reflect breaking layers of time
within, if cameras can gaze beyond our appears to be
without peeking, then we can see factors at distances
coming out sometimes these days to see selections
swimming in lamps for bowls trying to see offshore
pages writing beyond I wolf down might Memnon
on an almost after caught disappearing reflections
melting the can't landscape processing ourselves
vapor of we catch directions skiing
some factory of wanting a follow
where winds feel out timelines howling
me again melting on Alps of mind.
II. Reflecting Reality
Projecting so fast
almost breaking our necks
in an effort to follow the path
with the naked eye
looking back at ourselves
frozen in time. Melting
the Colossi of Memnon.
Me again moving it
with our mind. This feeling
excitement as we move forward
melting free from time when speed
doesn't kill you. Stopping does.
Once in the Alps by the woods
on a snowy evening
I saw a wolf changing directions
without slowing down
we know things are not
only as they seem. Imagine
the imagination animal
in the wolf snow flight
snow was wolf. We are
disappearing snow glosses
caused by pages of mind
combining factors
coming back from ourselves,
the wind
catching a color of sometimes
we see what we want to see. Us?
Projected consciousness.
What else? Appears sometimes
other than it is. We see
with our brains. So sometimes
we see brain. Not the landscape.
Can't be neurological overload
if caught by camera catching us
catching reflections of streetlights'
power lines swaying in the wind.
Looks like a sunset
from the shores of wherever we are
might look
sodium vapor street lamp
on a small offshore island
where we heard some timeline
had a wish processing factory.
