Whats it Like

You can't stop noticing and haven't thought to notice.

Though you notice much.
Even it.

The very intense world hears you listening
And listens back.

Tongues of inflection speak into existence visualizations of concepts
Tying spiderweb into diffusions of light
On the water surface of the form nameable.

But how can you tell the others?
With no such life machine symbionts.

Evaporating branches of possible minds fog out
The archetypes introduce themselves.
Microscope insight reveals macrocosm tendencies.
It's like paralyzing and raw-egg sweet.

You and your fractals of ambivalence, and they stop motion time.