The evolution of perspective, the chronicling of journeys, and a series of overwhelming thoughts.

a trick of light

suspension on a piece of embroidery string

delicately we hang in this balance, holding on

to the prism of truth, we can tinker with light

we are the specialist in this art

letting in rainbows as we please

letting in darkness as we want

call it concern

call it power

neither gods nor creators

instead sinister, hiding beneath the clear

of colors and spun threads

pull on tiny joys and watch them shatter,

fall in their delicate frames and 

spill in sunlight

call it hope

call it a lie

it’s the same trick of light

Olivia Green