intrinsically weaved within the space  
 between  what  the brain  constructs and 
 the  real,  the  space which  we usually 
      call the aether, distortions,       
       anomalies, can appear under        
 circumstances, peculiar ones, folded in  
 like  liquid crystals,  appearing  as if 
 you suddenly rotate your  head  in  some 
 fourth dimension (usually  more  or less 
 the  opposer looks like a concave square 
 balancing   on  a   corner,  with  round 
 cutouts  along  its edges making it look 
 like a pointy  cross,  or something from 
 it's  hostile,  maybe not conscious  but 
     active, perceiving, alive in some    
 sense. but i feel as if that  might be a 
   reduction, that i'm interpreting the   
 tip of something  much larger and  alien 
 to   me.  maybe  not  alive,  then,  but 
             something worse.             
         various forms like these         
                 it morphs                
   it appears in it's truest false form   
  inscribed all over your vision, in the  
  case of nightmares, evil meditation, or 
    drug-induced transcendental states.   
  living behind the curtain, so to speak, 
  in the liquid between you and the world 
                you're in.                
   but even in calmer times, it's never   
  too far away, and you can find yourself 
    transfixed by floor tiles, jewelry    
   (totems? charms?), trees, and other    
              such things...