Negative Exposure (Contradicting Worlds)

I'm getting decent at this prose poetry thing

Those eyes are daggers, delicate and intricate, 

seeing right through me into that blank slate of a wall 

And so, you found foundation and dust in between, 

a world unseen by masses for it is hidden for none to see 

Wouldn't it be pure bewilderment, seeing what is hidden, 

for that would make it not so secret anymore

While it may be simple plaster and once furnished wood, 

it is the imagination which, in turn, makes it so magical 

See, you see each dust particle as a fairy's small lights,

the cross-stitched planks of wood are towering trees, 

ever-seeming to stretch so far, so magnificently 

The bit of plaster that was once smooth as the most beautiful stone 

is now a distant memory for me, and for you... Well... 

You see the world differently than I, you see I differently than I, and 

you see the wall, now torn apart to almost nothing, differently than I 

Plaster is not plaster, wood is not wood, and dust is anything but 

reality. 

Author's Note

Feedback appreciated! Rather than "free-verse," of which I used to do much of, I enjoy this prose poetry styling -- it has a more structured, disciplined form of rhythm.

Reviews

[MedicalNightmare]

I like the structure. It doesn't sacrifice the flow of free-verse, and your language is beautiful