“Anything means everything
if you have context”

No,
“Eyes lie”
So,

“Everything is a mirror”

No,
I trust love
With a knife in its hand and my ribs exposed
With a stab as gentle as an orgasm
And a deft twist that severs my organs
I trust it
To surpass my carbon
To be inscrutable

I trust the penetration
That two things exist.

I taste that God is in the molecules
And dripping flesh
That passion too
Is inscrutable

And I trust that mirrors aren’t flat
That every one is a universe
Everyone

“Trust is unsound”

No
What is sound?
An echo? like
Uncertainty
Uncertainty

If nothing and everything is true
Then Occam’s Razor

“I know how to place my trust”