Not yet: A very short poem

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Sometimes I stare and I squint
Shifting my eyelids until I see whatever I want to see
When the aperture gets so small and the light so scarce,
I can conjure it into just about anything.
But not anything existent.
Not yet.




Bye now,
veckinon@veckinon

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