wanted light to be a source of sincerity,
forthright valid to my eyes.
but I am subject to interpretation's gloss.
what I see is subject to how I feel,
with my sight beyond looking
and more so about grasping.
putting feel into sightedness,
investing into a kind of immersion,
where I take meaningful to me to be
as real as I can be in response.
standalones are passive in their reactions.
but nature has its way of redressing me.
and people are wildly interactive from the start,
as if physical motionless does not minimize.
there is subtle action always in play.
so much so that I can falsify a statue into response,
at least initially so.
but then the rigor dies
and I am left with my interpretation's greed.
yet still wanting
light to be a felt-source of sincerity . . .
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