A Stilted Blindness

once more layers of casing are torn papers culled windows gleam sheets smile the cost is high if not see when to stop can I find north after all I’d asked so life’s paths once veiled in yesterday's grime dispatched to the winds reveal another vision refreshing as spring rain seeking every fissure quietly lodged boarders not paying rent evicted as another corner begs mastery along with a neater place it dawns on me atrophy is the order of things vacate for a few short paces and face it all again wrenching me from the lulling status quo of my stilted blindness

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