Perspectival

When perspective’s slant is romanced, being slightly awry, tricking you and I It’s not by chance the colored lines danced With the right view, greater is the cue than Pi Characteristically witness a sophisticated merry-go-round The inner mirror reflects, on tilted corridors of light like a pinball, in the hall rolling very slow and inbound Albeit vanishing points of the dawn song, foreshortens the night Perceptions are rarely challenged, by the centric imagination The art festivals are but touching points, of a la carte spectacle like a group of panoramic ghostly stares, following the emendation Looking past errors of diagrammatic, to the pulsing electrical The heart, of an acoustic guitar is a hollow place, that must be filled, while Strums of color are awoken in the middle of the day, by the wind Drums dance about without a care, and while the audience is thrilled all good things must and so this seer’s fair will come to an end