The longer it lasts the more I disassociate meaning from image until the differently colored and shaded fields float in my visual space as if the map had depth.
Talking to you is like staring at blinking lights in the sky
If I want I can make my mind stop seeing the plane that is attached to the lights and start drawing lines in my head until I see a flying saucer.
Talking to you like staring into a clear pond on an cold and still day
I can see the sand at the bottom and every frond and rock.
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