In Shapeless Obscurity the Faces Form
Staring at the mosaic, a new type of demon is born.
One that's much far older than man's zodiac,
In shapeless obscurity the faces form.
Out of focus vision, blurred peripheral sight is clear.
Looking Through The Eyes behind a realm slightly askew and obscure.
Oh, How images reveals the demon, just to look Beyond the Lines.
A creature with facial features surfaces, behold the imposing signs.
Here in the softer format, no longer Hardened and dormant.
Awaken...
Sit with me now bring my words into outer Focus,
Using only a Minds illusion to accomplish my true Hocus Pocus.
Now let's go from room to room and each I'll cast Stillness in it's place,
Begin to see a blasphemous gesture type of realness is a silent face,.
Start by letting your ocular lens blur out that which is so clear,
Within this hazy clouded vision the foresight is like hath o' the Seer.
If you see through your mind's eye the formation is no longer faceless,
Refocus now the face is gone, left with no image or any traces.
Re-obscure your sight once more seemingly the face changes,
In and out of focus the features continually rearranges.
Now know this, this is something I've perfected, yet did not invent,
Inevitably you will be with the reality of the incipient.
It's just a little trick I do to create my own little artwork,
Each and every single time you'll see the demon reveals this altered quirk.
Copyright © Aaron Butcher | Year Posted 2019
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