• Vol. 08
  • Chapter 02
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What was once seen

Cover my eyes with paper
or with close cotton cloth.
Blindfolded by darkness,
thoughts are clearer; unbound

bruised wrists sense relief
and shoulders slacken,
even lungs sigh.
With an internal expansion

thoughts take on geometry—
triangles and squares at first
then diminutive worlds
slowly replace what was

and once seen.