through stained glass,
peering
shades and hues that
shift like the wind;
seemingly arbitrary
directions to us,
mathematically precise
according to
barometric laws,
pressurized systems of
neural connections,
more complicated than
Freudian hydraulics,
simpler than an fMRI
scan
would have us believe.
the greens sometimes
seem greener
when the sun shines
brighter,
yet the lake feels
warmer
after a cold rain
in a realm where
logical formulas break down,
only keeping relevance
insofar as they are applied
in perfectly
appropriate fashion,
impossible when
applied by imperfect creatures
trying to navigate the
ocean,
trying in vain to
predict the currents of the wind
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