D ISTRACTIONS

 

Too long distracted

I have roamed beyond myself

In a self-deceiving web

Spun in entangled wonder

Of a world too beautiful

To die before my routine gaze.

I return with love

For all that seemed distraction,

For wonders that were mine,

So briefly beautiful;

I could not know

That beauty dies

Before the measured stare

Of the analytic eye.

 

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