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The field of vision is a narrow band
at the edges it curves into blur - there is a sense of awe
in this unseeing part of the universe
This is where magics occur
Where one hides themselves - from selves
This is where magics occur
Where one hides themselves - from selves
and the gaze of perpetual life
This unseeing is an upside down - it is
a brokered space where anything goes
Unleash
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Tilt your fovea towards me
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Tilt your fovea towards me
I need focus before I can begin
An accident rarely comes alone
But quickly in pairs or more
My pixels - yours - they are held
on a thumb drive that will not lock into its port
We are untraceable - saved read-only
Destiny will permit an edit or comment to possibly edit later
But our outlines will not become permanence
Our systems will corrupt
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There is the solution - endless backups
my mind in yours and your in mine
and then added on to every surface
like moss growing in the cracks of stones
Our lives must be the quiet unseen
must ready in the interim of vision
prepare for being caught in the fovean glare
and ready the poker for them
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The magic in the unseen
the known and unknown
Here the unfocus allows us to imagine
It brings about a universe that does not exist
Wolves at the door - for instance
wolves in the cupboards - on the internet
Howling in their ability to never be seen from head on
1% of our vision is fully in focus
and 99.99% of the world is unattainable
I understand the family who get in their car and drive into nonexistence
only to realize out there in the bush that they can still see each other
And unless we're going to poke our own eyes out -
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