5.23
From the far room Clam
looks like Irish Cream
and Irish Cream looks white.
The color is the same
but light dances, changes
alters in the eye, which is the
brain seeing, knowing, through
the fractal of the lens.
Color dances across the palate
fluid, unstable, surprising in its
changes and chances, like a
girlfriend you thought you knew
‘till she opened up unsuspected
doors inside you, and the plan
changed.
Seeing is not believing then, believing
is believing. And being open to
what actually shows up on the
doorstep, when you look at it.
No matter what the words say
on the label.
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