See things as they’re not
to see what’s beyond what you got on the spot,
a wider panorama, a deeper dig,
as a sleeper dreams, as a walker schemes
beyond the physical state of things,
draw expanding rings from your pebble-of-a-place
where you fell from space into this pond
and beyond, grow in grooves, move fluid…
if you always knew it, then do it,
bit by bit, spit the bitterness of the hum-drum out
of your clogged-up mouth, if you gotta, shout,
so you can again breathe easy,
blink and rethink first glances till you get trances
and see the seething on the surface of the ordinary…
only then will you sink deep and join the mass movement underneath
