time is closed curtains
on open windows that are kept blind.
fear has the kindling needed
to fire up an apprehensive blaze.
sweating grains of beach sand
stare at the night sky hoping for wonder.
perception accepts the weave
of its own making into sensible.
that which is seen as overhead
never bows or nods in recognition.
memories find themselves
dressed in either darkness or light.
there is an immunity in observance
when witness is respectfully present . . .
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