Points of Views

The point of view changes from place to place, face to face
The sight takes cue from the days erased, time misplaced
Darkness consumes the blind infused, pointing but one way
Narrowed down by a single cue upon the table grey

Will that purity to heed but one voice, direct it
Only one stream to swim to the blackness within, to eat
You are the juncture, the bridge
The command is yours, my liege

The crust of the world resists change, remains neutered
Perspectives hold hard unchanging, stiffly wintered
The true players of the game, unwavering sight
Never to turn away from one, unto them the nudge of white

In the rolling visions of events transparent, things change
Disfigured moments send comprehension reeling, all remains the same
And the only one who sees all things, comprehends all views
Is the only one removed from the fields, is the only one with a clue

Bring me back my point of view