Sunday, February 27, 2011

Seeing Through Slits

Seeing through slits

Makes the obvious obfuscated,

Conceals the clarity of constancy,

And sullies your once steadfast spirit.

Eyes wide open are what I need.

Wide enough to let me see

The rotten foundation, the festering roots,

The leeches embedded so deeply,

Draining so deliberately,

There’s no blood left to spill

When I pry open my chest,

And bare my barely beating heart.

Seeing through slits

Masks the cracks and crevices

Of a once fertile canyon, now dead and dry.

Open your eyes, and see truth.

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