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The Idle Brood
Then, I stare at this dim
Glass top adventure,
Illumed in simulated light,
Justifying nothing.
Look.
Pines soar straight up,
One hundred feet
From nose to sky.
Why don't I witness?
Because I can't see.
Lay in my lap,
Thermal creature.
Free my mind,
Adventure.
Take me to vision,
Because I can't see.
Mind aches, eyes dry,
Memory bleeds
Onto the floor,
My chaff castoff, exhausted.
A garden blooms by inches.
Wet grass gently bends
Under feet;
nimble, bare toes.
But I can't see anymore.
Painful to bear witness
To what I once knew,
What I think I know.
I recline alone
With this barren brood;
Saccharin journeys
Emblazoned
On a once fruitful mind.
Savage and cruel,
Dark mystery awaits,
Unlike the panorama
Laid out, stretching,
Ever changing,
If I just set one limb
Outside the fateful door.
Idle still,
Disturb not
The wandering one,
Sitting alone,
Full of someone else's
Documented imagination.
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