Something Clandestine

in one of many passing


not tied by Time

nor induced by penury


there is both air and


to think

to wonder about the paradox

of near missed


the pixels of perception

a camera out of focus

the interference of the third,

fourth or fifth dimension

a portal we cannot see

like the shimmer in

the mirror

or the distortion in

the glass

an element not accounted for….


something clandestine!


By  Paolo Michell


About pmisteil

Hi, my name is Paul though I write under other names like, Thatcher and Paolo, I love literature, art and architecture their passion and drama....the contradictions. The notion of Truth-who is the person behind the mask? Or does it matter! I like long walks and longer conversations over cappuccinos in a cafe with atmosphere and the rest is a journey!
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