Façade
Diaphram
of what you
can do, underneath
the facade.
All smoke
and fire,
lightning
and
thunder.
Close the gap inbetween the search
for ancient creatures that
there is no proof in the slime
pudding.
Western philosophy
is to create out of
the facade, to measure up
the possible and absurdism.
To look both ways,
and realize that
your brain isn't
being washed
it is being cleaned.
That you don't know
if, and it is that search
for what is, and what is not.
Just as you take off the facade.
You leave it alone.
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