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Lens


Lens
You, me, we
all see
differently,
the world.
What you call Utopia,
I call myopia
lens.
Focus in.
Focus out.
Yours, mine, ours.
What we, who we
throw out
leaves little doubt
about
the lens.
In the spectrum
of time,
we're all a pinpoint on
a line.
An emery board could erase us.
That is literally how
history would place us.
An accident near the end
of the eons of time.
Lens.
So,
how wide is your
spectrum?
How you speak and from which lectern?
well, that all depends..
upon how you, me, we
look
at life
and from and for what ends,
that is,
of the
lens.
You, me, we
all see
the world
differently.
What you call Utopia,
I call myopia.
Lens.





Written January 25 20111...Copyright January 30 2011,
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Melissa A Howells Meloo of Tilt-a-World







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