Spectacles
Oct 16, 2020
They call our perspective
Our lens
My world view is shaped by the lenses I use,
But
My perspective is always framed
Never just the lens itself
I see the edge of reality between the space where
The frame
Stops
And the blind spot
Starts
And it is in this border between worlds where the quiet
Unseen
Blurred
Happens
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.