Lightning and sand and a small dash of me

its me.

again.

in simple returns

at the ever cascading

lost falls,

staring

you all

in the

face

-and smug mouth-

im not blind!

-and ignoring all

that i

could be;

…and all

that ive

been,

in its

wholesome

worn state,

while avoiding

that

scrupulous

eye-

of colorless

rainbows

where glass

is all warped

and the etching

of i

-is

ignored.

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