Actors on autopilot
Seeing themselves as faces in the clouds
I see 1... I see 2... I see 3...
Mindless of self in crowds
Yet telling me intentions of travel
Your rules predict outcomes, not possibilities
Leaving no room for the unknown
As if answers in slight rains wash my complexities
Your idea of past makes false simulacra
Careless to see that you moved due to the wind
I saw the hurricane which motivates your travels
Numberless math that must be read off page to comprehend
People performing actions with history and desires
I saw you gather moisture from the lake
A separate body with secrets
I know why in speech your words precipitate
Separate thoughts shielded by a skull
Protection from the physical, not mentalities
For soft flesh reveals through eyes
That see more than the physicalities
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