Though geometric shapes abound, the rows seem quite contrived. May any other spot contained be sheltered by the eyes. Yet blindness on it's own accord is no excuse for sight, as in our quest for certainty we often are denied.
I dare not stare unwavering into the dark abyss; the hesitation in my gaze assumed to be weak-ness. In actual, non-factual. Inferred but not confirmed. More true with every passing day - we're growing as we learn.
