blur
from one's own
head
eyes see
20-20
mind does
not
hence-
a halo of colors
in my way
of walking
quicksand
everywhere
every
line of sight
a wish-
Encampment
Rawlins
Thermopolis-
the once galloping life
that cannot be
again
I will not give up!
I will see what I see
and there will be poetry
in it!
from one's own
head
eyes see
20-20
mind does
not
hence-
a halo of colors
in my way
of walking
quicksand
everywhere
every
line of sight
a wish-
Encampment
Rawlins
Thermopolis-
the once galloping life
that cannot be
again
I will not give up!
I will see what I see
and there will be poetry
in it!
