Standing before A bonfire I see faces In the fire Looking at The clouds I see faces In the clouds Staring at A historic wall I see faces In the wall Focusing on A ***** floor I see faces In the floor Watching Mountain rocks I see faces In the rocks Perceiving Depth of A painting I see faces In the painting Gazing the sky At night I see a face In the Moon All these Pareidolia faces Not known Harm anybody Turning around I see faces Different from Pareidolia faces Some unreally Real faces Under heavy duty Maintenance Sorry, makeup Every fortnight Ready for A break up Some real Beautiful faces Some real Ugly faces Not Judged By the eyes But by the Heart's cry
Pareidolia is a normal phenomenon in human psychology.
Even the alacrity in the spots. Stars the undoing of nervous endeavors. And pines made of thought thrown asunder. The globes. Softly speaking. And smile fragile. Then gone. The spiral orb. She waits. In arms. Tended to in black. Asked in gloom. Pillaging mind wasting. And rest. In a frantic sooth.
suddenly, up out from his hole, the lizard crawled crawled and wriggled over the dirt searching for it's prey the prey that would sustain him for the rest of his life he didn't know that it would be his final meal he didn't know that behind that cactus stood a roadrunner a roadrunner, who delights in savory lizard treats right from the desert floor he had no chance... the cycle of life circles on as the roadrunner scurries away with the lizard dangling from its beak