They call our perspective
My world view is shaped by the lenses I use,
My perspective is always framed
Never just the lens itself
I see the edge of reality between the space where
And the blind spot
And it is in this border between worlds where the quiet
Where I have no clear framed lens
On the edges of my vision
Where magic might exist
Where darkness begins to creep
Where you never truly see
In the quiet corners.
A spectacle occurs.