Wake up with the salt in a streak A residual cave painting The minerals dripped down your cheek Must have been crying in your sleep Dreamt of the sadder things Or let the realities creep in Spin the wheel and see where it lands Eyes as mirrors within mirrors Bouncing smaller and more distant drafts of me As our cells divide, we mutate sometimes Mistakes in our code imbed structurally Did you try to read The background of the scene? The junk words on the prop signs? The padding chatter between, Backdrop recurring extras, And the stranger NPCs? That spawn off-stage from nowhere, And are never seen to leave? Noticed cryptic nods to subplot, Eerie clues to deeper themes? The hidden messages designed to be ignored But meaning can’t help seeping into all Did you do something wrong? They’re talking about you behind your brain Which busted duct did the whispers creep in from And what is it they say?
Quit Vision 