Day 359: Swapping Sight

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is there another way?
does the past hold so much sway,
that i may not
the future see
until i’ve re-writ history?

some twinkling treasures,
some buried thorns,
some thoroughly made,
some roughly torn,

are the memories that
still
and vaporously fill

the mind
the heart
the moving, feeling,
searching part.

may i loose the old idols
to hold the new child
whose marble melted
and fell?

may i keep the meat
that feeds and keeps
while growing
fresh things green?

may i hold it all in singular vision
before and now in light?

or is the eye
open pried
for endlessly
swapping sight?

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