now i get it
if you look among
the fakeness up
there’s
just visible
there’s half a clock face
the end of a trumpet
the horn
clearly
and above
just in sight
just a small
hint of cylinder
all this is in distance cloud
far behind the lying sweetness
ah
paradolia
another liar
like them all
but the lie
the lie
where’s the lie
in paradolia
where’s the lie