sometimes I experience reality
as looking through
imaginary fishbowls
in front of my eyes
kind of like floaters
on the lens of my eyes
but larger images
yet still imaginary
it is not so much their color or shape
that is anchoring me in a new way
but just their visual presence
as it reflects for me what is real
sure I know
they are not real in the world
but they provide for me
a perspective about what is real
as to how the depth of what is real
is shared or not
these are floating Post-Its
to remind me of the difference
between what is real
and where real come from
these fishbowls live in a world
where real comes from
but are not of the real
in the world
where reality flat-screens me
too easily
and these fish remind me
of the fluid they are in
which further reminds me
of the depth of field
where reality comes from
as opposed to
what reality symbolically represents
when I put it all together
it is all magically unfolding
as the source of the magic
is serene and peaceful
yet not static or still
for sure there is stillness
if I am there to surmise it
but to be of it
and live it alive
is not still
but fluid without evidence
that is active without content
it can be assumed to be imaginary
but somehow experienced as real
so as the fish swim by
and I see you there also
but you are sort of over there
and also here
as the fish swim around
and by you
it then appears to me
that we are here
yet you are also
still appearing to be over there
which tells me of a bigger intimacy
even though
there is always “over there”
in a real sense
I have nothing more to say about it
since you’re here as we’re here
while we are here and there to me
now you are part
of my fluid Post-Its world
and you remind me of a greater us
an emotional oneness of us
and nothing
is subjectively personal about it
as it just is
and there is nothing to do
to advance or confirm
what already is
there is no contention
it just is . . .
the planet has oceans
and my ‘we’ has fishbowls!
As at least one of us
being either you and me
or otherwise the ocean of us
is empathetically so
for we are something more
than a unified confinement
we are also this ocean
yet to be fully discovered
we are more
than a formula of audience
as participation
we are a oneness
but persist to swim
with reality fins
we identify as fish
and confine ourselves
to separate bowls
yet we are all the same fluid
but go for the glass
as the basis of our identity
I am supposed to proceed in reality
by my un-nameable bowl identity
even though my bowl is submerged
in a collective ocean
filled with a multitude
of separated bowls
in mind
there is only one next solution . . .
pull level
break glass
and oneness to swim . . .
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