Peripheral_Vision

Are peripheral people in peripheral dreams, like the swirling mists of forgotten nightmares, inking into your vision like an unexpected afterthought, seemingly solid yet translucent, whispering secrets of an embedded memory, touched but never felt, like the caressing breeze, unknown yet unmonitored as it's direction swiftly changes course, echoes ricochet like angry bees into a supposition of unfamiliarity that distorts the expression of recognition, electronic images projected through synaptic plasticity float through the rising emotions of awareness, and then you awaken to look into the eyes of a stranger and realise that you know this person, but then the images slowly fade away and the brain chemistry dissolves the notion into a willow-the-wisp of secular uncertainty.

© 2017 Mark Hodges