the colors blanched

eyeless and unctuous

take my eyes
i want them not
there is nothing worth seeing in this world now
the colors blanched
everything i saw lost its definition
it all went soft

“Some live by love thy neighbor as thyself,
others by first do no harm or take no more
than you need
. What if the mightiest word is love?

Love beyond marital, filial, national,
love that casts a widening pool of light,
love with no need to pre-empt grievance.”

— Elizabeth Alexander / “Praise Song for the Day”

About istsfor manity

i'm a truncated word-person looking for an assemblage of extracted teeth in a tent full of mosquitoes (and currently writing a novel without writing a novel word) and pulling nothing but the difficult out of the top hat while the bunny munches grass in the hallway. you might say: i’m thee asynchronous voice over in search of a film....
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