To Think Is
To think is to be
Sense of seeing, sense of self and of being and not being
This face, this face becomes a mask worn by time
These bones like intricately decadent jewels decay anyway
Like ornaments born to adorn the dust
In an imaginary world learning to read scripts between the lines
In dark mines of inbetweens of silver screens behind the scenes
Action occurs, silent machinery whirs like static pools
Of inkjet night of hypenated light twisted and shaped into forms
Leaking simile
Waking sleepily
To think is to be
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
Written on 2026-10-11 at 23:03
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