Three perspectives, Three sides, and Three gaze
What is real amidst this haze in your gaze?
The Child jumps, the bird picks its wings about to fly, The bamboos hurl a sorrowful sound, sounds of such kind, unwind, profoundly promiscuous crying for company, and the realities persisting are weaving, digging, and hiding from all the cacophony that will exist as sounds today, time is like a snapshot. It stills.
It feeds on rain, sky, and light, yes the correct measurement of time is light years. How fast can the light befall from the cosmos to Earth? Is it tearing the sky or splitting into parts in the sky or the specter of illusion it builds. Beating the hearts that bleed and beats, again and again, till all your sorrows seeped off as the tissues shrink.
On the brink, where is the mighty flow that washes terrains, rocky and dry, and places luster and greenery? The deer hangs in there, looking at the road built, while you watch it moving, lofty and lustrous, wearing honey and milk-colored skin, white marks on a canvas bloated with darkness. It moves its ears and eyes.
It knows where things lay and kingdoms sway, time is never constant, it comes and goes, in ways and plays that nature caricatures, and composes before the frame is snapped. Where is the depth of field in your frame? Is it there or not as the Deer moves its ears, the wild dogs hurl at him. The momentary lapse is often missed.
Hissed the snake and chameleon catching its neck via the tree that it was trying to reach. The dog follows it and as it reaches you, the dogs pull it apart with skins torn, torso broken, mouth eaten and the wild dogs feast on it. Wild dogs just like Hyenas cannot kill an animal so it eats it alive. As the deer attempts to run with a dilapidated body, the truck opposite crushes it. The screen glitch occurs.
The deer positions again, he is feeble, with weak legs and tender bones, guzzling his salad feast, greens, wild legumes, all mulching into a series of attempts dithering the bulging realism. It's all haze in sight, The deer prances, jumps off the screen and reaches for you. While the wild dogs get crushed by the truck, but few manage to cross.
It catches him again, tearing the muscles apart and gorging and feasting, the cruel cacophonies of nature all picturesque elements contained in one. There is actually silence before the deer tries to pass the road again. He was struggling with the wild Dogs before crossing the road. You move to the other side to stop the freak show from happening.
You manage to control the wild dogs with your gun, shot one, injured three, and five running terrified. While the deer jumps in front of the Truck Turning into body matter pulp again. The bamboos stop the scary sounds, the birds stop flying before the calls of thunder, and the baby is not jumping.
That is what you might assume happens only in the animal kingdom, but no, humans have done that with women. Tracking war criminals till they can run. Women jumping off on army battalions carrying trucks to commit self-killing. Being brutally raped by men, so brutally that they are torn from all sides and shapes.
There are not many sides, only one side, and that side is often ignored, unleashed in the need scenario, and sooner or later it might traverse into the greed scenario. Warring for resources is needed, if it was for greed, What will happen?
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