The meaning is change. The future is impatient, made dependent.
What one looks for—often unrelated to what one seeks.
Tables full of lamps, only one is picked.
What separates lightbulbs?
To palm a diamond, needling it, demanding perceptibility, ignoring closure.
In essence, substance, to magnify a paragraph.
You make it look uncanny—easy at directions.
With seeing it in simplicity—it took hours, some poems take years.
In seeing accuracy, made for appreciation.
In feeling distance, made for self-investigation, it ought to be both.
A soul sees goodness in all things.
A soul is different.
Such a soul outwitted disappointment.
Heathy or not?
In praising, it does some unique element.
In pouring it out it purges a soul.
To see a gift, to admire it, such a mirror’s inspection.
