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
