Blind Spot
There is a hole in my world.
It is not black; it is not dense.
It is not bright; it is not light.
It is not a portal, nor a fence.
It is not something missing.
What is unseen, what is unknown,
What is unnoticed, what is fogged...
What is covered over and not shown...
What is not seen, is still there.
It's just shadowed; it's just behind.
It's just hidden; it's just obscured.
It's just not in full view of the mind.
That place,
where nothing shows itself,
Is worthy of fear.
For anything can emerge
Out of that grey, shimmering cloud
That is always near.
But what has yet to come out
Is the scariest of all.
It is the scariest because it is unknown:
The thing that brought this fearful place into existence.
The very thing that could bring a bigger fall.
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