no way of seeing

See the star behind!


when a shadow fell in just the right place
to personify an imagined metal face
one angled line turns a smile to a grimace


disguised in layers of light flattened to the wall of perception the true self is never apparent as one static thing

these images require intense concentration for a length of time, at least a minute or two, before the mind can decide whether or not anything is in focus and just whose eyes are in the ghosts of the stream









one patch of sunlit water is nothing but a shadow in a certain place to the eye that cannot stop seeing long enough to see what isn't there