Fifteen years ago I melted
mini Lego faces with sunlight and a magnifier, only
to test peering into their minds.
Ten years ago I traced the textures on my walls
with black pen, and found images of ***
I slept beneath women taking
the deepest breaths through mouths like ghosts.
Five years ago I asserted that the eye
is a portal through which we
believe madness.
Yesterday I realized the human mind is
a sparsely written program that generates
feelings and functions less efficiently
than a melody hummed into a paper cup.
So I re-wrote it.
Yet, I still find faces
where there are no faces.
Jan 30, 2013
Jan 30, 2013 at 1:43 PM UTC
Fifteen years ago I melted
mini Lego faces with sunlight and a magnifier, only
to test peering into their minds.
Ten years ago I traced the textures on my walls
with black pen, and found images of ***
I slept beneath women taking
the deepest breaths through mouths like ghosts.
Five years ago I asserted that the eye
is a portal through which we
believe madness.
Yesterday I realized the human mind is
a sparsely written program that generates
feelings and functions less efficiently
than a melody hummed into a paper cup.
So I re-wrote it.
Yet, I still find faces
where there are no faces.
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