Pareidolia

Into the nebula
Mist of random
Shadowy, vague

My father, dyin'
Slowly, in the shade
Looks like me [I look like him], swiftly fading

The shape of me
And the shape of him
Looking the same

Faster, then slower...
Then quick as a Universe
Expanding, with a bang...

With a pang!
My sides burning
Asking for delivery

Or asking for deliverance?

You may have drunk
Too little, or too much
To even start to understand

That the pang, the deliverance
The swift fading
And the slow dyin'

They're components of you

They're pieces of you

They're milestones

A thousand mile stones

Of the thousand miles
And the miles of stony you
Impenetrable

Unforgivable
Unforgiven
And for a gifted forgiveness

The words you use
And the words that use you
They're all the same

They look the same
The shapes you perceive
They're the same!

What changes in between
Is nothing but how you see(m like) them
And that seems like

Nothing.