Tangible Thought

The typical intro,
A moment of reflection,
Philosophical conversation with my glass veil is ago,
The perfect audience lacking in cognition but excellent in reception,
Shameless in anonymity and thoroughly content being one-dimensional,
An afterthought emerged from reverberating echoes,
Rationalizing a fantasy through an appeal to logos,
Complete with a sincerity found outside scientific convention,
A slight ringing in my ear,
The hazing of the eyes,
My hand presses against the screen and a genie appears,
Her technicolor smoke-screen muffles sound and blankets sight,
Far beyond my mortal boundaries I reach,
Into the land of impossibilities ignorantly called "make believe,"
Calling upon my polygonal masters from this pulpit I beseech,
That your realm of tangible thought be opened to me,
So I apply my humble craft to convey your magnificence to the world,
So that they too will experience your wonder,
Before they grow too old.

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