Who owned the POV?

There was nothing being corrected. Everything that was corrected was challenged openly or secretly. It was the secretly challenged corrections that mattered. That was where the truth of the lie of power was. Going there and being there could get you into something meaningful. The real real.

There was a doorway with no door on it. Just blackness like a pool at night. You could swim through that doorway. It was there only at night it appeared. It made my heart beat faster. It made his heart beat faster. There was no settling on the place of the eye. Who owned the POV? There were predators and there were guardian angels too. There was and still there is a great war going on. Soft style wins. But it’s easy to forget that. It’s a war in the atmosphere that sucks you in without any effort. You go willingly. I go willingly regrettably. He goes willingly unconsciously. We are all it is.