Angulation

Consideration of angles The seeing of self, just off centre Catching a glimpse Everyone can be a magical creature From a certain vantage point Or at the right moment in time And those moments, are oh so wonderful To experience Sometimes captured through a lens Or as a memory Forever fixed In the mind's eye It makes you wonder How accurate then, is a reflection And why does the person in the mirror feel like the stranger I am the myriad of moments Visible in flickers In a carousel slide projector Running at high speed in black and white Where you can't quite catch the image But subliminallly see The composite Become the whole And there's absence and presence Where language and thought Don't fill the gap or seem to be able to grasp You know the vision in the flickers well The resonance is tangible Like a tremor of understanding The warm air in the underground station Bathing you in reminiscence of something known but unknown All the while the reflection in the mirror Cold The carousel A societal cage And contained within, the true essence So often unuttered and unseen Whilst in the time between the moments The sensible structured self Lives the life Not disturbing the peace