Give me eyes like windows, closed

and shuttered at night.

 

Help me avert my gaze,

and my mind.

 

Let me observe life, yet see

nothing.

 

I will invest in rose coloured

contact lens factory.

 

Give me the strength not to see

myself as others do. 

 

Don't let me make too much of a

spectacle of myself.

 

I must increase taxes on seeing

eye…

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Words formed in silence,

not yet tangible.

Transformed by time and motion into

voice, shape, and meaning.

Simple words, simple in comphrehension,

moving imperceptibly from

shadow into substance.

 

And from this womb

of subdued contemplation

evolves the written word.

Born of solitude,

now set free

to whisper, roar, and rhyme

across the page.

 

The moment of birth

giving me…

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