Certain Parallax from TRAVELOGUE by Javier Vecino

Dreams decay in the hands of certainty,
Truth embalmed in clarity.
We trade the unknown for control,
And watch the wonder slowly dull.

Certainty bends what we perceive,
What’s fixed is often meant to deceive.
A shifting lens, a frozen stance,
Mistaking facts for circumstance.

In a certain star parallax,
We see straight through but never back.
Illusions framed in perfect lines,
But meaning lives in what misaligns.

We build our truths on shrinking ground,
While silence waits without a sound.
The mirror speaks, but not in words—
Just fractured light and flightless birds.

Certainty is a cage of glass,
Where dreams reflect but never pass.
A different truth in every glance,
A parallax that breaks the trance.

In a certain star parallax,
We see straight through but never back.
Illusions framed in perfect lines,
But meaning lives in what misaligns.

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