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.
Jan 7, 2019
Jan 7, 2019 at 8:16 AM UTC
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.
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