Eyes closed, I don't know
When to be frightened, the show
This is symptomatic of where we want to go
I think poetry is an honest depiction
Of the mind's linguistic process
Eyes open to one thing
And nothing other
(Wonder why they call you a...)
And closed to all else
Excess Tunnel Vision
An epiphany I had
Dashed past the forehead
Did I get to it?
You tell me.
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