I watch the teleprompter that is in my head.
It’s not a regular teleprompter with words and such,
But a beautiful collection of thought-pictures.
It is messy, but it is mine,
So I like it in any condition.
The absolute value of both -1 and +1 are both “1” just the same.
If you are confused, the teleprompter will explain:
Math > words.
…now I am confused.
Words are confusing.
What do they mean?
Never the exact same thing.
This collection of words may evoke a feeling,
In you,
In me.
Our feelings very rarely align,
But so does our perception.
“To you, what does that cloud look like?
“An alligator? A 3-headed monster?\"
You giggle, “an elevator,”
And, for what it’s worth, I concur.
But the truth—the absolute truth,
Is that I saw it as “a saber-toothed,”
And you saw “a tiger.”
We’re both liars.
But we like it better
To have fun together.
Your teleprompter I admire,
Your imagination captures my admiration (?)
You + me = happy