It's not a word, It's not a sound. It's not an idea of a concept of a thought that you thought that you thought when you were deep in thought. It's not a mental picture or a snapshot or a crystal clear vision.
I don't know what it is. I don't know what it was. I don't know where it comees from, or where it goes. I don't own it, control it, believe in it, want to take it to dinner, or want to shoot it in the center of its head.
It's not me.
It's not you.
That about covers it.
Images as poetry. Poetry as imagery.
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