As my vision blinds me,
Obscuring all that I may see,
Thus my knowledge finds me,
Ignorant,
Of all I might be.
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UNDEFINED
All that's dear & clear outlined,
A dark mascara comes to mind,
Perhaps are scraps just left behind,
Upon a table for the blind.
A dark mascara comes to mind,
Perhaps are scraps just left behind,
Upon a table for the blind.
THE POINT
Tomorrow tries
To stare at me
With its unseeing eyes,
I am a threat still,
A predator
To be fooled yet again
By the blind roundels
Worn on its wings.
Yet, there it is,
To stare at me
With its unseeing eyes,
I am a threat still,
A predator
To be fooled yet again
By the blind roundels
Worn on its wings.
Yet, there it is,
Tomorrow,
Impaled,
Impaled,
By the fine points
Of the conditions it made,
The ludicrous dreams
It carried in its heart,
Pinned to the plump,
Dusty velvet
In a collector's drawer.
Those lifeless wings
Will fly no more,
Their promise
Of the conditions it made,
The ludicrous dreams
It carried in its heart,
Pinned to the plump,
Dusty velvet
In a collector's drawer.
Those lifeless wings
Will fly no more,
Their promise
Broken yesterday.