Moonburnt
Shine the apple if it’s to be on display. Ideal lighting can be achieved.
They use Elmer’s Glue in cereal commercials instead of milk you know. It’s more agreeable with the hot lights.
Electronics- those control panels are so orderly, but the rat’s nest just behind can shock, literally and figuratively.
Our heroes can stun us with their aberrant behaviors while known ne’er-do-wells often surprise with their humanity.
We found out that time doesn’t exist in the linear framing we perceive.
We decide which is right and which is an illusion.
We contribute to the confusion greatly. Clarity isn’t the goal. Ideally it’s a mastery of deception, not deliverance from it.
The game is rigged because we rig it. We bait that hook daily, and nightly.
Our essence must remain behind a paywall of trust. The truth about us must be released in small data dumps. It has to be managed.
It’s Relational Impressionism: an artistic display designed for beauty to be seen from afar, due to assumption that a closer stance would reveal the errant strokes.
We deceive ourselves and others, and this is the reality we prefer- one with author’s privilege.
Even the mist was eager to play its part, providing needed cover. Almond groves, and youth chasing the commuting butterflies. She smiled in that grove, and I never looked at the moon the same way again.
"Cold hearted orb
That rules the night
Removes the colours
From our sight
Red is gray and
Yellow white
But we decide
Which is right
And
Which is an Illusion"
- the Moody Blues