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I CANNOT FIND MY GLASSES
When I placed the sapphire-lens glasses
on my nose, the words in the poetry
realigned. What had been a jumble
of nonsensical gibberish was now
clean and clear pristine expressions
in three languages.
Then, I tried the emerald lenses. The green
gemstone made no difference in the syntax, yet
somehow altered the core belief in each line.
What had been compassion and unity
a few moments earlier, was now
distance and detachment.
Then I tried to read it again without glasses.
I was unable to speak any of the words, yet I
was somehow more comfortable without
the knowledge. The mumbo-jumbo was pleasing
to the ear and less of a strain on a mind already
burdened with thought.
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