Tag: vision
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23.05: Journal of Thoughts
Peripherals The centre dissolves—but the edges bloomwild and electric.A flicker of moth-wing,the sly grin of doorframesas the world reshufflesinto a deck of half-guesses. Vision now meanswatching the airdance with whatit won’t let you hold. There are memoriesstill tattooed on your lids.Let the periphery preachits gospel of shadows—each blur a velvet rebellionagainst the sun’s sharpness. And…
It's Still Life 