I bought four pair of glasses yesterday
\nand one vacuum sweeper,
\nof which,
\nonly the sweeper made sense,
\nsucking up the unseen waste
\nand fibers of our lives,
\nresidue of the air,
\nfalling scales, tears, bird droppings.<\/p>\n
But to see so much,
\nto have to see,
\nto have to poke into the world\u2019s business,
\nsee blemishes, sores,
\nI ask why?
\nI am not blind.
\nI can do without so much peeking,
\nreading letters, playing voyeur.
\nThese things are symbols of fetishes.<\/p>\n
I allow that things be untouched,
\nunspoiled.
\nThat love has no reservations,
\ntruth no angles.
\nLife be clear as a bell
\nsounding from a tower.
\nThat nothing decays, perishes,
\nand seeing be an act of coming together,
\nbeing born,
\nnot losing our way.
\nThat light be the substance
\nof my soul,
\nand no barrier keeps me apart.<\/p>\n
So best I can,
\nI have gotten glasses,
\nmore than I need,
\nso losing one I\u2019ll not be without another,
\nand not be confused,
\nblinded,
\ninadvertently walk into walls
\nor need to ask a stranger
\nfor directions.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
I bought four pair of glasses yesterday and one vacuum sweeper, of which, only the sweeper made sense, sucking up the unseen waste and fibers…<\/p>\n