Visions of something that fails to be
described by an amateur thinker.
It descends through spirals of
recognition. Meeting elephants
on the way. Fleeting thoughts
of feline minded beings.
“Ohlookitmoves”
This thing will cross from the list
of things that it isn’t. But it is
highly unlikely it can find out
what it is.
Poor something, if only this soul
were to contemplate you a bit
more carefully. Until then you
remain an abstract in the
space around my eyes.