A solipsistic onlooker
Viewing an isolated world.
It creeped through the darkness to me,
Only just perceptible to mine eye,
Yet present all the same.
As I looked closer, I could see it clear,
Clearer perhaps than I should,
I could see right on through it;
To another just behind.
There were two here all along,
Yet at first believed myself alone.
It wasn't a change in perspective,
I haven't moved an inch,
But focusing revealed more...
And more... and more... and more
Three, five, nine, eleven...
It's difficult to keep track;
Every open space occupied,
Every pocket suffocated,
Yet I somehow refused to see them.
Perhaps
These Ghosts
Are more real,
Than I gave them
The due credit;
They're everywhere
Everything.
May 14, 2022
May 14, 2022 at 8:24 AM UTC
A solipsistic onlooker
Viewing an isolated world.
It creeped through the darkness to me,
Only just perceptible to mine eye,
Yet present all the same.
As I looked closer, I could see it clear,
Clearer perhaps than I should,
I could see right on through it;
To another just behind.
There were two here all along,
Yet at first believed myself alone.
It wasn't a change in perspective,
I haven't moved an inch,
But focusing revealed more...
And more... and more... and more
Three, five, nine, eleven...
It's difficult to keep track;
Every open space occupied,
Every pocket suffocated,
Yet I somehow refused to see them.
Perhaps
These Ghosts
Are more real,
Than I gave them
The due credit;
They're everywhere
Everything.
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