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To Cherish Thorns
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Intimate Obscurity
by michaelcahill
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obscurity is relative
between dissimilar minds
an unbreachable gulf
of doubt
and perceived disinterest
we stare endlessly
into something unfathomable
looking for a raft
to float on
for a moments peace
and sadly we look for a leaf
impaled by a toothpick
as an ocean liner steams by
with millions of outstretched hands
leaning in peril to grasp
Not always obscurity my friend is it?
Is it excused blindness
or simple failure to adjust
to the glare?
a forlorn and irritated soul
sits on an abandoned ant hill
starring at a blade of grass
growing under a mushroom
and feels empathy
"Poor little thing growing
in the shadows."
but, only the blade of grass
has the vantage point to see
"From here I see you are soft
beneath your intimidating helmet.
I'll be damned. I can tickle you."
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