
it sees through
what if?
something
is looking from
prior, before and
through your eyes
yet isn’t personal?
an unguarded moment
pure being surveys
no labels
no beliefs
or considerations
just
seeing
cells rearrange
2022 ©Amrita Skye Blaine
I’m writing a poem a day. These are drafts—not final versions.
Yes. Yes.
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Thank you! Happy New Year!
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To you, too, dear Amrita! And to dear Boudewijn as well!
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