exaggerations dawn
as light slowly softens.
painfully inept is the mind
to bear its own distortions.
obscurity hums. lingering, hanging.
less is seen with our longer gaze—
fragmented truths left to drown
in pools of precious deception.
t.w.
×
exaggerations dawn
as light slowly softens.
painfully inept is the mind
to bear its own distortions.
obscurity hums. lingering, hanging.
less is seen with our longer gaze—
fragmented truths left to drown
in pools of precious deception.
t.w.