In this human creature Im placed, / and my hands does not but mirror my means.I never see them, but these. / T.R. I am, with no a literal meaning.Why is it unknown when a child sees? / Its language its not but innerly representative. By some mean, shall be normal here or there, / yesterday, today and tomorrow, they don't exist. So do I.Dimensions, implications, indirect meanings, images, turns, all mean. / Why shall I not see them!? I do, and thus, you.Consciousness, awareness, not but mirrored by reason, meaning as it cares. / Abstraction is omnipresent, invisible observers of the mean of reality. / T.R., the hand, my external aspect, the turned dimension… it matters as reconfirmation of all I know ;) / I don’t see the shape of the shadow, but I know it’s mental, part of the whole… as a cerebral hemisphere… as dimensions ;) / Special clothing for the extremest conditions. Elegant, singular, dangerous colours, past, future. Squared details in contraposition, intense rebeldy, truthness, diligence. High neck, a known place. Long gloves, high care, detailed attention, obsession, importance. / All together rests importance to details by its mess, implicating higher cognitions, abstraction, interests, importances, cares… / Conscient of all I’m ready, focused… I wake up. Comments