Sunday, November 25, 2018

the vision paradox


and when life the glorious
was running all around
stained into blood and vision
hot and endless and frightening
I have no idea
what I was, what I saw
how close I am to realizing
what here can be attained
what now can be
these vague hopes
are loud and jarring
and I am never ready
for life itself
until its time to go

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