brain exercise and will for existential play,
there is there is not, there could be a way,
imagination is here or was just then,
but who's to say that nothing is real?
certainly anyone in my mind, as anyone in my mind is real, or unreal if logic is depended upon, oh what a thought, or a crystallisation!
as a mind collects the strings, the sense is made more believable,
not to say correct, but then truth to ones self is a start, no?
dimensions collide as eyes meet in the street,
(not one to trust the first glance, but always open to novelty.)
feelings towards or back are crucial too and crucial can't be proven,
but here and now, although never static, starts to remind me of a pen,
and the digital keys take over in their dash for balance, hurting the brain and its friends underneath, working in unison, without them knowing it (?),
any one else for that matter, which physically do not exist but of course still exist somewhere else, could probably tell one the same thing in a different way,
a way that is an interest of mine, maybe it is energy. at least this word will do, as it demonstrates time/matter in flux, many ugly ducks but wise they are may join and may get white and higher like that which grows green but is not eaten by cows!
ha ha...ridiculous {i say out loud, wondering whether or not to send this very post}