Sight
by looking at something we don't know
that we swing the pendulum
a little farther to the left
to gather together as we live out our life
and move farther down from strife
to see the way we have traveled
to see the route we have gone,
to be a part of the show
and see at least the reveal
that will as time passes at last show
the end of all we think we have known or
have an inkling of what comes next
as we round the corner around the bend
and lie in wait to find the effect
of our salvation our exaltation
in the mist that gathers at the grave
the fog that tops the cake we eat, the vapour
that congeals and entreats or puts off
the misty attack that is our lives,
You
your face looks like an unspoken verse
to rhyme by fitting into the line,
smoothly inserted in its linear quality
in its texture coordinate aspects of ray
emitting light on its own with no encumbrance
to withhold or hold back the ever sharper
ray of textured delight that is the outward
appearance that we perceive as you.
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