Lens

Each of us contain a lens.
It is not one on which we have any direction over. Neither can we select a subject and view its image.

You see this is a inward looking lens.
A searching magnifying;
no at times, a terrifying lens.
All because it searches out.

It inspects.
It is a means of exposure.
It seek you out,
to expire The Self.
And often it reflects itself.

You can see the imaginings sent from this searching lens, are less often a picture of the triumphant you.
Here is an animated view.

That is not the lenses jagged intention,
It sole purpose is to bring into focus the. worse sights of self worth.

You see the lens thrives on introspection.
But the lens is vulnerable too, when it Sun Bursts itself.
The lens is a master of avoidance.

It will project the scene as it alone see fit.
It knows you hold the ultimate power of choice.
Do you ever use the lens cover?

It’s a cover up that you you must decide,
You see you have the far horizon in your sights.
To look outward is your choice.

Pryderi Duntz

“Are you of The Art or The Mathematic?”