a poem is
a way of seeing
fixing the eyes
with focus of steel
honed
razor thin
stating:
I am here
this is what I saw
a picture developed through my eyes
and filtered though my heart
can you see it
and wonder at what I saw
how its colored by who I am
and where I might have been?
in a world over-run
by the ants of people
I'd like to remember
my visions
a telescoping outward
from what's here within
I see a world
in detail, magnified
that many days
I no longer feel
in
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DATE/TIME STAMPED AND COPYRIGHTED 4:29PM PST/May 10, 2018
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WRITER MELISSA A HOWELLS AND ALSO FOR THIS LEGALLY
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