Hard
the way, from one form of ‘seeing’ to another
When
the way forwards seems backwards:
Out
from bright light eyes see not in dark
They
first are blind where they seek to see
As
with the passing of time eyes adjust to dark
So
truth’s own surprise will come only slowly
Where
we are turned about and faced
The
other way
It
is distance that lends enchantment
Soft
blurrings of piercing lines makes beautiful
Else,
we are too fiercely faced with the sting of truth
And
we only run away
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