The light bends down convex lense
Pushing with insistence
I am real it shouts
REAL
hear the murmurs
Feel the pressure
Know the other
Sight is a spoiled child
Screaming that it knows the way
Let us touch
There are realities
Beyond the border
Of the lense
Sometimes, I am startled by the person I am looking at. Not because they’ve done anything different. No. It’s because I am seeing the physical them. And for a few minutes, I am thrown. Seeing the pure physical aesthetic of someone. Because that is not what my mind is normally showing me.
Normally, I am seeing them as my heart sees them. And yes that is physically different from what just my eyes see. My mind makes a subconscious interpretive choice. It shows me them as it sees them. As years and emotional weight defines them.
It’s like being thrown from a moving car and finding yourself on a movie set. If you are completely in character, there is a moment of frission as your mind sees both realities.
The corona of the sun
Terminus line in my heart
Demarcation between the shadows of the past and the slim chance at future
always looking into the sun
Spots and after images swimming
but it trained me to see even when the
walls are washed out and I’m blind
It trained me to see with my heart instead of my eyes
Pelgris 