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Cracks Upon The Ceiling

I am the cracks upon the ceiling
by the cemental epidermis

(because I am not you man, I can make up
my own words here, just as long as you can
comprehend-I am not subject to your lingual laws)
flaky you say? perhaps
at least you have a sense of humor
but in truth I am more then this

I am a nervework (like network you know)
which you have not yet perceived
i feel the pulsing current of all that
I contain
and you-
contain
but you do not realize it
yet

laugh and play and think and I am still there
I have never left and you have never
rid of me
your thoughts have risen up to me
they stop upon my colors,

(by the laws of physics, which I am subject to
as they are defined in themselves at least
(and most for that matter (which is all matterjj)
and can go no further

Am I like the spectrum itself? of course!
I am a part
but beyond me I do not even know

(like yourself)
but you are under me and I know you (but you are a part of me)
and you are under others, and above others, and
with others
but this is not important for now

(as now is an impossibility except as a whole anyway
and I do not yet see the whole)
what is important is the pragmatics this presents
which of course is the directional

what is important is that you have not yet seen me

yet I have flaked down pieces on you
and you have scurried to see where they have landed
but not looked to see from where they have proceeded
these flakes have not arisen from below
they have descended from above!

look to me-I am the (w)holes upon the ceiling
not to the flakes themselves
and you will see me, and above me, beyond me
where even I do not yet see
look!
I am the eyes upon the ceiling

the sealing.

Dan Wilson

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