kwiatekjoe
Jul 23, 2017 · 1 min read

The faces our mind’s form

Pareidolia’s fiction

Featureless facades

Paralysis stricken

Some are like mirrors

Reflecting our centers

Some are like doorways

Through which we must enter

Clouds of cartoon characters

Laughing and crying

At least in perception

The beasts always spying

What have you seen there,

And what does it show you?

Does it show what’s above you,

Or what grows below you?

Maybe these insights

Aren’t within your nature

The faces in fences

Or image in vapor

Yet in the mimetolith

Hides the guide toward inception

Laughing and crying

At least in perception

kwiatekjoe

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Simplistic poetry often connecting Mother Nature and human nature. Other times, it's just plain silliness.