I wander into this dark, misTearYous room
âand there he was...and wow! What a Fig!
He with the long, lustRuse hair,
sitting at a corner table, nursing a cup of hot cocoa.
Dang. He has better hair than I do!
âIâm  a  gin at  Ionâs,â were his first words spoken.
âIâm  a  gin at  Ionâs.â And then sighlens.
I was trying to look through his lens, and figure out his sighs,
when he utters, âI can see you are numberââ
âHuh? I am number what? I donât see any lines here..."
âAh, yes you are, as I was... NumBer as in more than numb.â
Epicfunny!
He definitely got me, he with the misTearYous eyes
so I sit down and ask him what he means
(but I refused to ask how he saw through my numbity)
âWhat do you mean that you are a gin? And where is Ionâs?â
âExactly just that. Iâm a gin at Ionâs. A **** tâEve.â
He tells me that Ionâs is nowhere, everywhere and knowhere,
of how anyone who takes even a sip of that gin can hold on to itâ
too much, so much so, as to lose that grip on ReAhhlity...
I ask him what he does there.
Seemingly one word, two meaningsâ
"aMuse," says he...
He reveals he is also part-tickles, part abs-tackles
then he also exhails at wind âo pains,
to fog or clear up views and relayshunships...
But oh! How at one point he felt tieurd, of how he had so many callUsesâ
numb, tired of how it reCurse, of always being called upon, of being used
Sighlens.
Been used So many times, he didnât know who he was anymore...
a Duke at Ionâs,
      a conâs front at Ionâs,
an ex pecked at Ionâs,
    a lucid at Ionâs,
              a rebel at Ionâs...
Oddly enough, even if he has been âd sign at Ionâs,
he still felt blahtantly invisible,
even if at one point he wore only a V-bra at Ionâs!
He chalks everything up to exPeerience, and has learned from it.
And that's why he's also known as a sensei at Ionâs (his personal favorite)
He says even if he can go beyond infinity, heâ
He stops (ah gain!) and yes, there it sneaked in...Sighlens.
Telling me through the void, through his sighs, through his lens
To close my eyes, and figYour out myself.
And then I do...
ReAhhlieZing how much I could relate,
how I have been in DenyAll of my possiBElities.
It is all a matter of perSpeck'tEve, of looking at each tiny speck of life,
of creating something from each of it, entire universes evenâ
boundless
How odd that I myself felt like I'm a gin at Ion's...
Scrunchscrunch...Imaginations.
Addictive, yes, so I best be careful with where I take it.
I oh!pen my eyes and the fig meant to show me ReAhhlity had gone...
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