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occasionally i will take of my glasses,

so i can see th world more c l e a r l y.

unadulterated, it remains unprocessed.

my mind only sees blurs –

what conclusion could i draw from different shades of colors w/ no defining edges or characteristics.

i see the world as one,

w/o divisions.

what separates th trees from th dirt but our eyes.

cutting precisely but only as told like a robotic and naïve surgeon.

this world isnot meant to be compartmentalized.

it is one and the clarity that comes from breaking it apart isa false one.

do not always believe what you see,

realizing th world isnot blackwhite is only the precipice.