what if clear ice cast no reflection,
if mirrors just couldn't stop laughing,
if snow falls were all black flakes in plain sight,
if every creature could mimic in retort,
what they just heard any human's say,
if rain was anti-gravitational
and evaporative was downright an over-pour.
what if slander was mentally wrong
but emotionally always true,
and going somewhere
was a profound form of patient waiting.
what if timing was the only form of logic needed
and there were no such things as results,
just the richness of the next moment in carriage.
what if 'what' was understood,
is only the haunt of the past interjecting
and that belittlement was a wish list
from traits un-self-realized
but yet haunting . . .
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