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Saturday, June 21, 2008


When sleeping, eyes are tightly closed and shut
and vision only comes through dreaming scenes,
which twist the world from kind to crudely mean
or else from crude to good – so truth is dust.

With goggles, eyes are open, vision weird.
We see the world in clouded pieces thus,
and what we see is what we hear and trust
and feel from water’s touch, but more than dreams.

With normal vision, eyes are not obscured,
unhindered, clear, au naturel, and free.
And what we view with them is true to see.

With glasses though, our eyes are more than pure –
they’re better, abler, truer – best indeed!
Perhaps technology is what we need?

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A word is dead
When it is said,
Some say.

I say it just
Begins to live
That day.

- Emily Dickinson

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