Friday, September 7, 2012

Something on my mind

Never a good thing, there is something on my mind that I must figure out and I do not know exactly what the question is, something is not quite right in the machine, a pattern that cannot be or better yet a pattern that has hidden part of itself, still it is a patter, it has a logic and must be seen to be real. Once seen, it must see itself or never was real; but, deceived itself. Poetry or prose, let the reader decide.