If love was something edible
     What kind of taste would have?
Would it taste sweet, or sour?
  Bitter, or salty?
Would it be an ingredient, or the main dish
Would it be healthy, or unhealthy?
  How much would it cost?
  
If love was something audible
    What kind of sound would it have?
  Would it sound loud, or soft?
  nasal, or boxy?
  Would it be a song, or an album?
A speech, or a dialogue?
  Where would be the most likely place to hear it?

If love was something tangible**
What kind of mass would it be?
Would it feel wet, or dry?
Airy, or moist?
Would it be heavy, or light?
Painful, or pleasurable?
How useful would it be?

If love was something visible
  What color, or shape would it have?
Would it look like a rose, or a war ship?
A diamond, or a *******?
  Would it resemble the day, or the night?
A bunch of stars, or a few roaches?
If it was a person would you trust it?

If love had a smell
It would probably smell fishy.

we abuse our
most precious tool
the human psyche

misuse the recognition of patterns
in inane sameness
epiphanies of apophenia
misguided musings muddling
our addled minds

wasting brainpower on
fantasies of deities rather
than scientific discoveries and
emancipatory philosophies that
could liberate us from the
miasma of modern life

inquiry is free

Shadows rise to confront the sun,
stationary swirls continue to twirl.
The grey of which is hardly seen,
within those fragments of duality.

Pearls found from darker nights,
gleam direct in this moonlight.
Black and white are convexed,
whilst time itself is condensed.

Golden opportunities appease
those who can view with clarity.
So step aside and think freely,
to see the repeated disconnect.

Apophenia some call it
As did the psychiatrist

But they do not themselves see it
So they do not get the gist

Hidden connections are real
For those who seek the hidden

Those who only acknowledge the obvious
Find this superstitious, indeed forbidden

But poetry is proof
Words and worlds belong together

The letters yearn for one another
To form their newfound tether

Our universe may well
work like poetry

Perhaps not everywhere
But for those with eyes to see

The word “like” has profound power
Linking one to other

These secret, hidden connections
The artist does discover

Dali’s paranoiac-critical method
May seem to some as madness

But the proof is in the paintings
And the beauty breaks the sadness

Every insight comes with terror
Hence the paranoia

I’ve told you all I can for now
Any more just might destroy ya.

There's no deeper meaning or connection
here, nothing at all to spark my brain into
a chaotic explosion of thought. I
can't even use my words to string you up
to some greater power, or an invisible
force that is controlling our lives, because
you render me useless and simply apathetic.

the name thing keeps on happening
but I know not what it means

perhaps it’s apophenia
but it’s curious as a dream

happening in the outer world
not only in my mind

is it true like in Apocalypse
what we seek is what we find?

then love is what I wish
for your beloved Dead and mine

and comfort for the living
in this world of strange design

Virus spreading among the students
Carolina blues

Sherlock Holmes beyond prudent
Deductive clever clues

Plato loved geometry
Pythagoras said, All is Number

I see 37s
I hope good luck before I go under

is this a crazy coincidence?
     he smiled and strangely said

or do you perhaps know Todd
     to Aiden's pizza lately led

no, I do not know him
     the tattooed Meghan soon furtively fled

but first she mentioned Stranger Things
    Quinlin, kindness, cred