Tagged: lens

when you tamper with

when you tamper with
trust, the lens becomes stuck, you
can’t zoom in nor out
.
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i do not know when

i do not know when
these rose-colored
glasses fell
away from my
face – maybe it was
during some kind of
skirmish, maybe i
slipped them off
between gazing
over there
and looking right
here,
so that i could
see more clearly
.
20170428:2333
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i, too, am seeing

when happiness

when happiness
zooms in, there
is nowhere to
run nor take
cover
. every
minute is
crisp, and we
want to spend
them on one
another, a
radiant exposure
.
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someone has yet to

someone has yet to
count the number of
bakeries in the
city – where every
window is a lens
into craftsmanship,
every grain of
flour, a seed to
a symphony
.
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