beneath implied

Obscured by a settled cloud of snow, bob stands firm


in the eternal spin of all things perceived to be within a universe/ we manufacture mostly with mind it is possible to find/ a cohesive pattern not designed by anything but continuation


with perspective eliminated by stark white background/ there's no way to tell whether or not/ he is about to fall in the well


as seen through the eyes of one with purely visual intentions/ this isolation of shape now egoless finds a combination of thought/ it flows together like water beneath frozen landscape


when the sun moved the shadows flew in slow motion across a coloured screen/ textual they seem as they bend around a corner/ and distort perspective enough to give life to a coded message