Seems there’s nothing there Is it see-through Is it like dark matter and dark energy The forces of invisible entities that bind us
They invade our thoughts covertly And we never know our feelings’ feelings For theirs is a different world Beyond our own
Forces bind energy and matter To interact with the senses; And through this process The ghosts of thoughts take mold
Secondary level of production Involves post-processing and The rise of libraries of metadata And if we are cautious We could gain access to new layers
New horizons within the body of our thoughts Lingering dormant Waiting to be discovered It's all there Catalyzing inspiration Seemingly out of thin air