Blind chick

A vibrant kingdom seed

desired true, good & beautiful,

way united parted,

proliferating

hush, in shadowed light—whisper of "I desire!"

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Veiled mystique,

penetrated tympanic membrane and

unspool seam, remembrance of whole

appears, while

morphology wrench

branching virginity lost,

ancestry tree and birth pain.

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Myopic sphere atrophied due night,

willingly blind,

far edges veiled like fog around the knoll

as mirror moons drift from a common dawn,

A tiny window,

but a dot,

holding our keenest gaze,

of single degree squint, focus, beyond,

with blind spot in every frame

dunked,

midst nothingness of peripheral oceans

where soft shadows turn to

self images.

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Reflections flared by back-screen silk ghosts,

memory projected on a trembling pane;

through mediated noise and vibrating coasts,

interference hums its restless rain.

God forbid we labor wide-awake,

for we would war,

comfort automaton drifting through day long.

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Yet sometimes, ingeniously, hearts bounce

gold-struck fools’ joy fin vivid dreams...

celebrating grain thinking we possess,

a tiny

prize

within our selves,

pearls of work, words and thoughts

becoming,

out of multi meaning,

from first division to both

farewell and promise believed in.

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The echo of a skin

hope,

dressing life in the dark,

Sight to once Eye!

.

...everyone finds what sought,

own Precious, ring of gold

glittered god for every Gollum or Sméagol .

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Careful what to wish for

because every Ring comes

with a

loophole.

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2 Timothy 4 (NKJV) ...."having itching ears; 4 ...they shall turn away their ears from the truth, and shall be turned unto fables."

Easter 05.04.2026.