Is it judgment
That we apply,
To these things that we want to see inside?
I do not know.
I do not care.
Why do I care?
What makes me stare?
So intensely at this square; you know it can change you.
You know you can change it.
It is selection,
We are detectives,
Piecemealing wholes,
Writing perspectives.
But what of the points that we neglected?
I cannot say.
I dare not say.
Fill in the blanks
So we can say,
Can we ingest an entire atmosphere?
Can we account for every point line and plane?
Will it remain?
It won’t remain.
Is it the same?
It’s never the same.

I see.
I saw.
I have seen mystery.
I have seen mystery.
The stimuli I am inside
Does not await the application of our reflex methodology.

Automation,
What we apply.
Things can’t escape because we want to see them right.
Can it resist?
It cannot resist.
And what do we bring to the song that it sings?
Would it exist
If we did not exist?
We think that it will.
We think that it won’t.
You never can tell, W-H-A-T-I-F,
What does that spell?
We bring things that we want to put inside.

I see.
I saw.
I have seen mystery.
I have seen mystery.
The stimuli I am inside
Does not await the application of our reflex methodology.

I have seen.
Oh, I have seen,
The reigns of memory
Asphyxiate this mystery.
Re-writing what we saw
But never touching what we see.