Here I sit, a fist as one hand, bleeding ribbon
in the other. Staring straight ahead,
all I can see is that blurred image through
the window. The one where the sky and ground
are the same, brilliant color of bluish white
and anything else just shows up as a grey shadow.
There's a pole dead center, in front of your place
in my heart.
This distance, God knows more of its details than
I. But he and I know fully the pain.
Backed out: I can't connect anymore. My seeing
lenses are cracked beyond repair, so I've learned
to operate on a different frequency
than the rest of the worlds.
Even those we call "friends" I see through
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