Attention abates as soon as
the distraction fades
Colors don't dance on
the macular focal points
once illumination strikes
Inevitable dreams find
time's lost interstices
rummaging through the recesses
of accumulated skins
Comforts stand witness
to the reclines of last resort
on a separate plane of touch
innocent of the pain
The road's end is everywhere
the distance knows
its festering stories
Home is the unknown
that outlasts all wisdom
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