What is denied must hide
burrows deep into the shadow
breeds with like kind
festers, changes shape
until in a manner unpredicted
finds the key
escapes the dungeon
returns in a new configuration
war might be a sphere
or a surreal painting
dreams certainly
an alien spaceship;
once it was the ectoplasm —
objects flying through space
voices of the departed
known secrets revealed
or the old man who wandered home
years forgotten
scarred from experiences lost
and a pocket full of gold
or the couch beckons
stories told
a pencil scribbles
the fee is charged
all sides of a coin
so too the subatomic dance
the particle waving vibrations
and uncertain principles
the bumps of childhood
the alcohol found later
the manic scripts
the stranger in a strange land trips
manifestations of doubt —
can we ever know the unifying theory
or only our personal map
called experience?
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