There is something magical
in the act of selling doors;
any opposing fact is in denial
and lacks the beauteous chore
of imagination culling thresholds
to otherworldly ‘scapes and pitfalls.
there is nothing you can see
to which beauty cannot be an adage
an adight of colourful spectrums
spacious anthropomorphism additively
anchoring archetypes of a partage:
reality, bestiality from endless momentum
to do, say, be, individually, perceive
receive meaning, importance without hesitation
or solicitation; a solipsism to deceive
the realist from minutiae lacking ponderation.