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The Mindless Clutching
From my offline archives...
Some things never change:
Like the soul trying to find deeper meaning
In a mud pile mixing with garbage,
Clutching anything resembling gold
Our sentimental eyes could savor.
While a gleam emits from eyes
Ordinarily dull,
A viewer will see a reflection
Of what we dream to realize
And reconnect with what could be,
While not acknowledging inspiration
Emitting in that scene.
Disconnected, we go
Our separate ways, reconfiguring,
Wishing for something more than
Just this reality,
Roaming from scene to scene
With a mind that continually dreams.
Never using eyes that really see,
Eventually,
What’s in our crosshairs:
A horizon rising and setting,
Visually escaping.
A sun and a moon that scheme
To be just out of reach
For eternity,
For souls roaming quite innocently
Without using eyes
For the evidentiary.
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