Tell me what I just slammed into,
Because the eyes don’t see on their own anymore.
The purple haze blocking the light is my ritual sight.
By the way,
Visine only takes the red out,
Leaving mostly blue.
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Gabe writes! Sometimes he puts words together that actually make sense. He can't guarantee that everything on this blog will make sense. Some of it will, though. But no guarantees. A mix of poetry, newspaper articles, essays, short stories and other musings are available for your perusal. Enjoy!
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