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In periphery
Life is always more beautiful
in periphery.
when you observe the threads through instinct
Without preconception or indifference
The world becomes a perfect place
Full of blurred un-focused wonders.
I experience the world as it should be
Devoid of the distractions of foresight
This vision couldn't be more tactile
Distilled from the corner of my eye.
To witness where we do not exist anymore
Less vestigial images projected on the canvas of my mind
Watercolours to the vivid gouache of time.
An abstraction defined
As eyesight for the blind
A sense of shape and shadow In the layers of the grey.
I let it all recede
in periphery.
in periphery.
when you observe the threads through instinct
Without preconception or indifference
The world becomes a perfect place
Full of blurred un-focused wonders.
I experience the world as it should be
Devoid of the distractions of foresight
This vision couldn't be more tactile
Distilled from the corner of my eye.
To witness where we do not exist anymore
Less vestigial images projected on the canvas of my mind
Watercolours to the vivid gouache of time.
An abstraction defined
As eyesight for the blind
A sense of shape and shadow In the layers of the grey.
I let it all recede
in periphery.
Published 28th Sep 2021
Author's Note
In those moments before sleep or waking. Or in the grips of affliction, vision and reality become less distinguishable.
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