Something Clandestine

in one of many passing

moments

not tied by Time

nor induced by penury

corruption

there is both air and

space

to think

to wonder about the paradox

of near missed

realities

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….

perhaps

something clandestine!

 

By  Paolo Michell

 

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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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