Am I out of focus
You say to my blinking eyes
They were just taking
a good look
at the nearness in transit
of a distance
Relative theory of our beings
tricking us to a floating stillness
As palms concave from convex
eyes smile to other meanings
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dear Nid,
you are my favorite poet.
your friend,
Cheila
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