my perception

Perception is seen through the eyes of the one who perceives…me

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when i look down at my shadow,

i see fuzzy and gray –

the same color i see

in the mirror each day.

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there is no clarity,

no form,

no beauty do i see,

just a mass of nothingness –

of what i am and who i be.

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there have been moments –

split seconds –

a gleaming speck –

then nothing,

just nothing

but

the remains of a wreck.

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yes, the mirror cannot be trusted

and one’s perception look askew,

but

what i see is what i have always seen –

what i have always perceived

to be true.

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