copies of electro guitar incandescence,
drum flashes incarnate, real cold piano tissue.
Sounds need the plate to be more than hearable
in our world -- at least a tiny absence
of vinyl. Can your appearance be conditioned
likewise, for comprehension requiring some needle?
Perhaps. Eyesight itself does not make a reader.
Is there a message, I wonder. Might the nature
know only the hardware, your nerves and brain,
blind to what you feel, believe and care about?
Alas, my thoughts of you are never matching
yourself -- their abode's a separate plain,
a mirror-walled room, no way in or out.
Brain cortex is a verge, it is the surface whereunder
solid truth gives way to images of non-existent blunder.