Vision sometimes becomes blurry

when darkness moves at the speed of your sight

and the shadows encroach on the peripheral of your vision

and looking for inspiration becomes like being in a tunnel/

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At times like these a second pair of eyes relieves the pressure

another dimension to add to my  line of sight

At times like these another pair of eyes combats the haze

and the horizon of your perception leads me to brighter streets and metropolis waves/

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Like neon lights

in the mall after dark

like wedding rings and violin strings

like a silhouette of light etched upon the night

A muse references the future through the now

A muse makes even the abstract man aware of daylight and sunshine