perception is a wiggly line. many know
this. many proceed anyhow. I spoke in error, knowingly, after the fact, some
were quick to correct the error. through consciousness, we might know points,
where there’s correlation. I remember intense pursuit, over a faux pas,
realizing accuracy. it slipped my mind, where it germinated, was it not raw
experience? the point of departure knows its concentration, reception is more
difficult to discern.
many keen brains, many perceptive
correlations, it might be as one thought it to be.
there’s an undertow, a different movement,
it differs from its surface; the light is life, some wiggly line, when is
perception authentic; a thin piece of paper, maybe papyrus, whom to value for
ink? intention is another case, determining reception, perception dictates response.
recent raindrops unveiled disorder—sweat would
trickle—reality would appear in disguise. choir would open, disarray would
erupt, harmony would sit in many palms.
the great error, or precise error, or
perception.
one will understand conception versus
reception; even then, would it require training—specialty—or concentration?
in truth, something may reach someone
unintended. many people set in motion, consciousness, might add light to the
matter.
