the false front of stimuli
as the life of attention-grabbing,
as the surge of images demanding names
with the lip-service of causation forming
and the demand for the account,
and then the defense for what is noticed
as if a storyboard rolls into place,
as the mind whispers are inwardly spoken,
as the worth of the world in so many words.
stimuli, signaled out as labeling goes
for that which comes to represent
the otherwise unknown.
this, the distortion of the means,
to represent the whole
without mechanics or motive made clear.
a naming is such an abuse of its function
for us to recruit one's eyes to see
or one's skills to sense
the most formidable of presentation's scene.
it is the soup of sight without flavor's taste.
the smell of an overwhelm without delicacy's whisper.
the touch of surface without innards ever exposed.
enough is already
as stimuli is in the beholder's sense of things.
otherwise, what is the knock
at the door of awareness about? . . .
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