INSIDE THE BLUR

There is beauty inside the blur:

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Some days

The world is blurry

Looking as if it’s melting

Its turquoise skies into grass

While shades of molten glass

Swirl like mist around trees

And lonesome shadows

Joust with the light of day

The movement of life

Forming abstract shapes

And dancing like liquid clay

But that’s just some days

Because most days

I remember my contacts

And I can see clearly then