i like to create my own scenes of potential,
at random,
when they strike me. when you ask
me to cut up the vegetables
for dinner, or
your foot brushes mine when we're
asleep, or when we're walking
through aisles of (nouns-declining
through their inflections)
whatever. i like to see the
potential (capable of becoming,
becoming what?) in this, this
moment. can't you see it there?
just behind the lampshade?
reflected in the mirror
(remember, your brain turns it
upside-down for you, so you can make
sense
of the world)
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