I've been afflicted with this you-centric pareidolia.
To be convicted of drawing your face
on every passing passerby
implies the weight of a final farewell coda
goes beyond the gloom hovering over a looming goodbye.

And it's an ill that goes beyond daytime hallucinations...
Every time I read a book I wonder
whether the same ideas from the words down and up under
have had their ships drop hook on the shores of your imagination.

While my mind succumbs itself to your endless regime
I implore you to tarry aboard my train of thought:
depart not soon—heck, pester me amidst daydream
even though I know a waking man ought
not spoil himself that way.

as in clouds so in words
many things seen and read
hiding keys affirming revelations
in the unseen and unspeakable

This pareidolia grips me
with fingers made of nothing

Clouds can’t lie, just are
and what I choose to see is mine

Whether this weather flatters or chides
is all inside, inside

I found a million miles of river
run from the lakes of eyes
through the desert face
absorb in oasis pool of taste
pain like leaves falling in grace
will bring new life trees of great

She wears a crown
One foot ham-hock alley-cat bully monster
Her legs spread
She wears a crown
One high-healed furry buckled boot pump
She has two faces that both stare at you from different direction
Oh pareidolia girl who lives in the floor
Who's princess is it that's who of you adores
She wears a crown and she lays all mismatch jigsaw pieces of broken childhood, ugly leftovers, lint and trash
Of real disgust
This is just my eyes, my twist of tale, to hold my moment out of time

We float like fair weather
clouds in a deep blue sky -
a dragon here, a sailboat
there, running together
with the wind when  
the dew point transforms us
condensed or vaporized  
until the universe pulls
this miracle together again