Anya: C'mon! Dis is jes funky art. What's dah point?
Devani: Does dare need ta be wun?
Anya: I hope so, cuz udderwise dis seemz like a waste ah time.
Devani: Dah same could B said ah life, but who knows when breakthroughs cum?
Anya: . . . er vanish?
Rooted deep
deeper than hands can touch
or eyes can see
subtle, hairlike tendrils
probe and cling
to neural circuits
twixt sand and sea
as endorphin transmitters clasp
barnacles and marine debris

moving though layers of
neurological waste
tectonic plates of
consciousness rumble:

battered by sleeping memories
the landmasses in my brain
shove to and fro violently

all in the course of one night
all in the course of one dream
each day how many strange realities
are seen?
Omnipresent Eyes - an art work by T Newfields
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