I’ve started seeing faces
in the most unlikely things.
At random times and places
these thoughts, upon their wings
demand my close inspection,
their weirding eyes aglow;
their dark’ning introspection
like pee holes in the snow.
Upon my popcorn ceiling
at first, I count the stars.
Their constellations reeling-
There’s Jupiter and Mars!
But soon, they’re coalescing
The stew is boiling down
The planets effervescing
It brings to me a frown
The overture delightful
Is closed, and then a curtain
Opens on a scene that’s frightful
Disturbingly uncertain
The faces form but once again
Their gazes schizophrenic
My Google search shows one refrain-
I must be Apophenic.
Aremyfeetofftheground 
Stars in popcorn ceilings! Wonderful! A little scary and a little funny. Loved it.
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Imagination is a creative capacity. And who know what we project on things… look at the beautiful poem that came out of it ❤
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Haha, thank you, Deborah. May this year be more kind to you.
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I am feeling it will, Lee. Bless you ❤
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Um, I don’t THINK so… 🙂
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You are pretty cryptic and I have a lovely time trying to figure out your obtusiosity.
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Hey, is that really a word, and if it is can I abu — ah, use it? 🙂
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Hahahaha
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