"In nature's course, a verse I write,
Of what's okay, I won't recite,
For that depends on you alone,
Attraction's force is again known.
Like seizing lightning in your grasp,
Container or yourself, you clasp,
It may erupt or be confined,
The choice is yours, the risk assigned.
Seeing our faces in strangers' eyes,
A human spectrum, it implies,
Connections made, a part of me,
A holographic bond, the key.
Not illusion, but occlusion's dance,
We may project, but not by chance,
You think, for it exists before,
To some extent, a truth to explore.
When you see me in another's presence,
Occlusion bends the space, the essence,
I'm all around, yet they assume,
Imitating traits, a false costume.
Like shapeshifters, they create confusion,
False centers, a mere illusion,
But to you, they could be real, it seems,
I'd rather be all, than another else's dream."
~Killian Malachi Atomov (@killianatomov)