sweet blurs.
it's a pity we can't look
at two things at once. though,
i'm sure there's some lesson to
be learned in this.
indeed, if i were meant to
focus intently on my face,
or the way that i walk, or
what my hair looks like, i
would have to extricate my
eyes from my head in order
to see. as it is, i find it impossible
to get a good look at my nose
without a killer headache.
when my gaze softens and is
directed outwards, however, sweet
blurs come to view, silhouetted
in the same dim corridor where
i stand, and now we walk
side by side toward the light, and
each step replaces obscurity with
further clarity, and we become aware
of our common goal of stepping
fearlessly into the endless sun.
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