Poem – Beyond What We Think We See

The lonely path tunneled
through the daily routine
and expectations.

The tunnel was your
gateway and hiding place,
a retreat when life
became too real, a
distraction.

Did ever see the colors
of the sunset as they
appeared over the black
waters in the city?

I imagine you looking
at nothing in particular
on the outside, but in that
chaotic mind of energy,
you picked up each thread
of light, each string,
turned it over and examined
each particle and throw
it at the canvas at your feet.

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