“we are led to believe a lie
when we see not thro’ the eye”
— William Blake
always a bit unfocused
a blur a half second before
whatever happened next
what ever happened instead
more than something else
an alternative to what is now
a laughable ephemerality
cast across a vague horizon
I step out at dusk and watch
the slow rolling clouds shift
light across a sycamore’s leaves
like paint splashed across canvas
life flows too quickly to see
the infinite unfolding from you
(August 8, 2014)
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