I do not
know anything like the back of my hand
Look at
something enough times you no longer see
The scars
The marks
That which
sets them apart
All you see
is hands
Stare at
something for long enough
It ceases to
matter
It distorts
It skews
Have we let things
blur this much?
All we can
focus on is ourselves
So many with
self-inflicted scarring
This is
nothing new
So many
The
afflicted
Starving
We know this
truth
But hold up
your kaleidoscope
Reflect
Refract
Fragment
Relax
Heaven
forbid you should ever react
Look at this
word through a microscope
Subdued
Or try to
see the ’bigger picture’
Consumed
Here on our
cathedrals of faith and science we
Are so
devout in our repetition we are losing retention
We do not
remember them
The devil is
in the details
And he is
dancing
Dotting Is
and crossing Ts
On contracts
selling souls
Uprooting
our family tree
Please
Next time we
look
Let’s try to
see
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