insight to sound and image

my mind runs on the proliferation of image and sound,
joining on the axis of language
to witness the petrified human logic,
which i urge to face itself
with all the undercurrent effects of its own structure as a big mirror reflecting a limited form. This habitual state of mind therefore, by exposing, discards the artificiality of its own existence.

the only natural human faculty that prevails this force is poetry, either in or outside of spoken/written language.

a surrealist possesses this force.