It is impossible to imagine a color you have not seen
As everything is a recreation of everything else in the world.
Every book is a remix of a dictionary
The same 26 letters colliding on a page and
Clinging to the universal desire to just be happy.
Every song plays the same twelve notes,
chords composing fantasies about eternal love
and the reality of separation.
Every thought has been sung by others in some capacity,
Limiting our ability to write our reality
without accidentally becoming someone else.
Ho, wow. By the end of this, I was imagining this as a springboard for a sci fi story in which people ‘accidently’ become someone else. Nice use of specifically detailed examples and the repetition of the use of numerals. This went in a unique direction.
Thank you!