Staring through
rose-colored-glasses
at a world gone white
leaked of its color
lost of its impression
inspiring none
but the blind
who need not see
to have the vision

Trying to force vibrancy
on the currents
of a wind
sea
land
that chooses to be ignored
and wants not
the feebly executed
renditions of life
we blindly attempt
to create

and so we strain
in vain
to find the clarity
within the smoke
and mirrors
while the blind see
the deaf hear
and only the dead
feel alive

Lost and found…
and lost

and we stumble on

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