apophenia

still, changing words feels like new ones  
creating another conscious sphere  
enclosing everything that could come  
and thereby shifting my very now and here  
 
just altering what thoughts could mean  
against the background of what occurred  
decoded by unconsciously seen  
textures whose relinked sense becomes self-referred  
 
part-whole relationships blew up  
any attempt to think such a case  
as a randomly gained final stop  
of intertwined ways to an ongoing daze  
contingently shaped by sense and time and space?  
 
 
 
still, creating and just occurred textures relinked contingently and all in all patterns dynamically?