“What is obvious is misconstrued,
true mysteries are left to the noisy unaware
and the subjectivity of the softly subjunctive.”
Should I venture an opinion?
In Efedrina’s study of terrestrials,
I was merely an experimental subject.
I chose simplicity.
“I’m going to the supermarket.
We’re out of cat food.”
“We have a cat?”
I sat before the internet shrine
wondering what to click,
while Efedrina searched for the cat.
“It may be imaginary.”
Efedrina was sharply unimpressed.
“You might have mentioned its irreality.”
“Nothing’s more real than imagination.
When I gaze into your disparate eyes,
colored with the jungle and the ocean,
when I admire your prolific lack of hair,
what I see are symbols, my mind’s inventions
of your alienness.
“Your truth is forever hidden from me.”
She considered my opining.
“The philosophy of a potato.
Let’s see what the picnickers are up to
at Wilderless Park”
“Perfect. I’m thinking symbolic
smoked sardines, hypothetical haloumi,
and two bottles of allegorical Rosé.”
Concrete Reality, from an original photograph of Boral Cement Works at Berrima, courtesy Mark Freeman. Made less concrete with the visual evo engine and CYNDE, cyclic nonlinear desaturation.