I am a Pareidolic

According to Wikipedia, pareidolia is the psychological tendency to perceive familiar, meaningful patterns - faces, animals, shapes - in random, ambiguous stimuli where none exist (e.g., seeing a “face” on the moon or a shape in the clouds).

It is not a condition however that helps me better interpret what I see.

A Ditty on Pareidolia

I fought it hard— “Reason must be clean”, I said
“No phantoms smudge between the in-between, I said
No faces manifest from plaster seams,
The world is not a nest of dreams”

Then some crockery curled a lip at me,
The kettle whistled in mockery;
A wood knot grew brow and obvious chin,
And would not pull it back in

Fencelines watched which way I’d turn,
The sand ran in grids I couldn’t learn;
Each junction implied a chosen track,
A way allowed, or a barred way back

I cracked. “Enough! I take the blame,
Something in my genes oils the game.
My mind hungers, lean and sly,
And fills the void through my watching eye”.

These days, I nod to every wall,
A willing slave to visual thrall;
For, once you see, the truth’s quite droll/funny
The world stays mute. The eyes have become soul or dunny