Blurry is my middle name.

by Poet on the Piano   Apr 15, 2025


Blurry is what I see
in front of me,
numbers and decibels and
skyscrapers falling down...
whole timelines crumbling

and I watch it happen,
motionless.

Don't ask me to prove anything.
Don't ask me to retrace my steps
or tell you the correct date.

Just let me be.

Let me fade,
fade blissfully away.

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  • 2 weeks ago

    by Linda

    I understand every bit of this. I wish I didn’t. Long enough to say everything, short enough to get it out in a breath. I feel all of this especially recently. I know this was months ago, but wishing you well, sending you love. Still one of my favorite poetic masters of all time.

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