DEEP FOCUS
If one goes to deep focus, a penetrating leap,
the edges blur from the distance and colors
seem enhanced. Lines and angles thereby change.
Like the swiftest, sleek ship skittering swift
across an ocean smooth, there are seeming blurs
where things should be. Wild maritime breezes
blow things crooked, as bent-by-time-itself worlds
change and collide. We live a far too comfortable
life when we don't know things such as these.
The threat of comfort looms, the slow demise
of any integrity and daring snaps us shut. The
very midnight sky trickles down upon us into
a dark and bloodless ooze. If one goes to deep
focus too soon, on the other hand, there
is only one mistake to be made - the scent
a track dog takes for granted : that this flat
life will last forever, or should; that reason
and logic make everything right, or could;
that we are most alone when we are
working with ourselves. Beats me
what any of that means, but
there it all is nonetheless.
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