What Sight

Tune your body like a awful machine. Prune
fatty thoughts. From your memory wipe ratty
images of agony. Forget the stages

you went through. Believe you can undo
any mistake. Say please. Now, many
gather to see you. Though they’d rather
plough debris. They don’t know how.



A day is not done, until it's filled with words.

One thought on “What Sight

  1. I like the way you suggest to simplify your thoughts…but I would think it would be quite difficult to remove all remanents of self-doubt…like the poem.

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