Borgesian Opposite of Surrealism
Myriad reflections of an alternate time
glance across the ripple;
the mirror of infinite choices,
like the forking garden
convalescing into moment upon scope of unremitting limit;
wielding
a grasping hand
that reaches to collect:
the unrelenting dagger,
which edges against the tiny grain of human conception;
faltered,
by nothing more than simpleton cognizance;
a snapshot
like a closed aperture of the mind’s irresolute camera,
rendering all paradoxes incapable of the attainable portrait
or inert, inhuman ability to perceive,
what isn’t there,
yet exists, in reality
outside consciousness;
Streaming limits of reflections- Open the third eye.
The ability to see is the same as the failure of realizing
